"Me!" exclaimed Dave. He laughed cynically. "Why, Karl, if I had somebody to do all th’ hard work, I can make plans like that, myself. Talk sense." "Hard vork! It iss easy, like a squirrel up a tree. Everybody iss by der station ven der train comes. You take all der guns und ve not make noise, _aber_ some thief know you got all der money und catch you first und rob you. Ve got no horses ven ve go by train, und must run, get horses to run after you. So you get avay. You come here mit der money und who know it?" "Who’s makin’ th’ blind trail?" "Denver Gus." "I don’t envy Gus none." "Vy? I pay him goot. He vas go to Texas, anyvay, pretty quick." "How you goin’ to get out of it?" "I don’t get out of it. Peters, he gets sick und I say: ’Vell, some money I got yet, I buy you out’; _aber_ he tink it iss a trick und get mad. Four men I got, gun-men, all. Dey shoot him so soon he get mad." "An’ then McAllister jumps on you with both feet for takin’ that money out o’ th’ bank in th’ first place." "_Ach_! Vat you dink? Am I a fool? Ain’d I a pardner already?’ "What’s that got to do with it?" "I have schust so much right to take der money as Peters. I don’t steal der money—it iss steal avay from me. Can I help it?" "Is that th’ law?" "Der law iss my part. For der law, brains you must haf. Brains I got. To ride, you know. Vat you dink?" "I go you," declared Dave. "But you shore take a big chance with th’ money. I _might_ get plugged an’ have to drop it." "_Mein lieber Gott!_" moaned Schatz, in despair. "Brains! Brains!" he roared. "_Ach_! Vat use? Alvays it iss der same. Von day Canada iss der United States; so England iss _gebunden_; South America iss Deutchland; soon all der continent iss Deutchland. Vat fools! No _Verstand—blos_ for money. Und to make money iss der little part. Vat fools!" "Wake up! Who ’s th’ fool if I drop that bundle an’ somebody on a good horse gets away with it? Because you can bet yore whole pile I ain’t aimin’ to stop an’ stand off th’ beginnin’ of a Judge Lynch party, not any." "Dave, if a veek you sit und a veek you tink, und schust about von ting, you know somethings about it, _vas_?" "Shore would." "Und mit _your_ head you must tink. Many days mit _my_ head I tink und tink, everythings, possible und not possible. Den ven der plans iss made, _you_ mit _your_ head mistakes find. Der money vat you steal, it iss no matter, _aber_ don’t lose it—besser you burn it, as lose it." "_Burn_ it?" "Yah! Paper it iss, schust paper." "Paper!" Dave stared in doubt. "Paper," he repeated, struggling to grasp the idea. He gave it up and quite humbly asked for light. "What th’ blazes am I a-goin’ to run away with paper for?" "Maybe somebody smarter as I tink. Two men, already, much questions ask. Maybe Peters take all der money before me. So I go by der bank und get der money first. Dey can’t help it. It iss my bank anyvay und der check iss dere." "You ’ve _got_ th’ money!"