that there's gold here. And she
suspects me, for some reason."

The other man laughed unpleasantly.

"'Tain't hard for most of us to guess the reason for that, Pete." And
at the sneer Levine gave a grunt.

"You must have your little joke, Jim," he said. "But now let's get down
to business. The woman distrusts me and she has sent for this insolent
cub lawyer--Washburn, his name is. He's been to see me already, the
unwhipped pup," he went on, while in the shadows Allen's hands gripped
themselves into fists, "trying to find out more about my client and John
Josephs. Say, that's a good joke, Jim. Here they are after that
imaginary ranchman, John Josephs, and my client who they think are
crooks, when all the time little Peter Levine is their meat and they
don't know it."

"You didn't let on you wuz the one that wanted the place?" questioned
Jim, who was evidently able to appreciate this joke. "You wuz just the
lawyer, and so nowise interested except jest in the fee?"

"Righto!" chuckled the other. "And a good-sized fee it will be if once I
can get my hands on it."

"Which you ain't--yet," the other reminded him. "Get busy, Pete, and
tell us your scheme. I don't want to be standin' around here all night."
He gave an uneasy glance over his shoulder, and Allen and Rawlinson
shrank still further into the shadows. They were not yet ready to make
their presence known.

"All right," said Peter Levine, speaking hurriedly. "If you'll agree to
my suggestion, you're in for easy money, Jim. All you have to do is to
approach this Mrs. Nelson and make her an offer for the ranch--for
yourself, you understand. She doesn't know you, and she may have become
tired of mooning around here by now, and there's just a chance that
she'll take you--that is, if you handle the cards right. No eagerness,
you understand--just sort of offhand and careless, as if you didn't care
much whether she took you or not."

"Huh!" said the other, with his noncommittal grunt. "Sounds easy, don't
it? But what do I get out of it, ef I pull this deal off, eh?"

"Half of all the gold we find, Jim," said the other, waving his hand
largely. "You'll never regret it if you put this thing through. You'll
be a rich man."

"All right, I'm on," said Jim.

"Then I guess it's about time we got back," returned Peter Levine, and
the two men moved as if to leave that vicinity.

"We don't want them to get away," Allen whispered excitedly to
Rawlinson. "I want to get ho