"Now
tell me," he said, "how much is Sim going to get for helping to
pay Ged Raffer's debts?"
"Har!" ejaculated the other man. "You know Sim ain't that kind."
"All right, then. How much does he say the gang's going to split
between 'em after they've done me up brown according to
contract?" scoffed Uncle Henry, and Nan realized that her giant
relative had not the least fear of not being able to meet any
number of enemies in the open.
"Sim come away before they got that far. Of course Ged didn't
say right out in open meetin' that he'd give so many dollars for
your scalp. But he got 'em all int'rested, and it wouldn't
surprise him, so Sim said, if on the quiet some of those plug-
uglies had agreed to do the job."
Nan shuddered, and had long since stopped eating. But nobody
paid any attention to her at the moment.
Uncle Henry drawled: "They're going to do the hardest day's job
for the smallest pay that they ever did on this Michigan
Peninsula. I'm much obliged to you, Josh, for telling me. I
never go after trouble, as you fellows all know; but I sha'n't
try to dodge it, either."
He picked up his knife and fork and went quietly on with his
breakfast. But Nan could not eat any more at all.
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