"You
is afraid for kill. 'E was afraid for die. Me, I am afraid for neizer! Now
zen, what you do, eh?" He patted Gilbert on the shoulder.
"I don't know," the young man said. "We've got to go somewhere."
Lopez was firm. "No. You shall stay right 'ere in your 'ome sweet 'ome."
"But I've lost the place." He pointed to the little clock that was ticking
out its relentless minutes. "It's after eight o'clock."
"No," said Lopez, definitely. "For at 'alf-past six-thirty, what I do? I
tell you. When I am chase by ze ranger what I follow, I sink for myself
eight o'clock she soon come. Suppose moggidge of my frands he meet wiz
accident? Would never do!" He waved his arms. "So I goes and pays 'er
myself!" He handed Gilbert a paper.
Gilbert could not believe his eyes. "What's that?" he wanted to know.
"Ees recipe," Lopez affirmed.
"But where did you get the money?" Gilbert asked, incredulously.
Lopez winked. "Ees all right."
"Where did you get it?" the American persisted.
"I rob ze bank," said Lopez; and thought nothing more of it.
"Robbed the bank?" Gilbert was wide-eyed now.
"Sure! Ees what I go to town for."
Jones turned away. "It's all off again!"
The bandit was discouraged.
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