"But I know ye, Dan Jaggers. If ye git inter Dunhaven with all that
money ye won't be able to keep from showin' it. Then, if these boys
ever git loose, an' do their talkin', folks will remember that ye showed
such a lot o' cash on this night, an' the law'll have you caught in yer
own steel trap. It'd help to put me in trouble, too. No, no, Danny.
Ye can take five dollars, but ye'll have t' leave the rest of the money
with me."

"An' then I'd find ye here when I came back, wouldn't I?" sneered
Jaggers.

"Yes!" replied Josh Owen, stoutly, and doubtless meant it, for he was
really fond of this rough, shaggy young bully of a nephew of his.
"Don't ye see, Danny, it'd be foolish of me to light out with all the
money? Then ye'd turn against me, an' help the constables to catch me.
Looky here, Danny, you trust me, an' ye won't come far out. Now, take
five dollars, an' leave the rest with me."

"No, I won't," retorted that youth, defiantly.

"Yes, ye will!" suddenly shot from between the lips of Josh Owen. He
accompanied the words with a spring, bearing his nephew down to the
ground, and holding him there.

"I'm stronger than you, Danny, an' ye know it," growled the ex-foreman,
hoarsely. "Now, will ye hand up that money, or will ye make me take it
from ye?"

With a reluctant grace, while still pinned down to the ground, Dan