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We can manage better alone, and I'd rather have one-half than
one-third."
"Trust me, kin you? you--fool," thought Bute. "So ye thinks I'll
sit down and divide the plunder socially with you when I kin give
yer a quiet dig in the ribs and take it all. One more man now
won't matter. I'm a-goin' ter try fer enough ter-night ter take me
well out of these parts."
Bute's face was sinister enough to suggest any phase of evil, and
Brandt well knew that he was capable of what he meditated. It was
now the policy of both parties, however, to be very friendly, and
Bute was still further mellowed by a draught of liquor from
Brandt's flask.
They had several games of cards in which it was managed that
Bute's winnings should be the larger; and at nine in the evening
they started on what was to Bute another expedition of robbery and
murder. Mr. Alford, who was on the alert, saw them depart with a
deep sigh of relief. The night was cloudy, but the moon gave
plenty of light for travelling. Brandt soon secured his horse, and
then appeared to give full rein to his careless, reckless spirit.


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