for comfort, and I am going to vamoose."

"When?"

"None of your business. I want you to come with me to-night. I must see
Cook."

"Don't do it, Jim. Pinkerton's men are as thick as blackberries. You
will run into one of them if you don't lay low.

"No danger for me. One of them has a room next to mine at the hotel, and
I played billiards with him this afternoon."

"You're a cool one, Jim. Too cool. It will get you into trouble yet."

"Damn your croaking, man. Do you show the white feather now?"

"Not I. I only warned you."

"Well, put a clapper to your jaw, and come along."

Boarding a street car, the men stood on the front platform smoking
during the long ride to the terminus of the road.

Leaving the car, they plunged through the darkness over the same path
trod by the tramp earlier in the afternoon.

The dark form of the distillery loomed up ahead of them, gloomy and
lonesome.