"No," said he, "I've thought it all over, and I don't like it. It's dangerous."

     "Dangerous!" grunted the "deaf and dumb" Spaniard--to the vast surprise of the boys. "Milksop!"

     This voice made the boys gasp and quake. It was Injun Joe's! There was silence for some time. Then Joe said:

     "What's any more dangerous than that job up yonder--but nothing's come of it."

     "That's different. Away up the river so, and not another house about. 'Twon't ever be known that we tried, anyway, long as we didn't succeed."

     "Well, what's more dangerous than coming here in the daytime!--anybody would suspicion us that saw us."

     "I know that. But there warn't any other place as handy after that fool of a job. I want to quit this shanty. I wanted to yesterday, only it warn't any use trying to stir out of here, with those infernal boys playing over there on the hill right in full view."

     "Those infernal boys" quaked again under the inspiration of this remark, and thought how lucky it was that they had remembered it was Friday and concluded to wait a day. They wished in their hearts they had waited a year.