As I told
you before, _I_ have nothing to do with it. I feel myself rather above
common robbery."
"Self-esteem! But you came down on your own business, not on mine. You
can return, and not trouble yourself any further," growled Vernon.
"I need your help, and will pay you for it."
"Very well, then, wait till _this_ job is finished."
"Go on! I will follow," replied Maxwell, finding remonstrance vain.
After a careful scrutiny of the premises, Vernon concealed his lantern
under his coat, and leaped into the hold, followed by Maxwell.
"Now," said Vernon, "I must put this bag into one of these boxes, to be
guarded by the spirits of the brave men whose bones repose in them."
"Are you mad, man? Would you open the coffins of the dead to hide your
ill-gotten gold?" exclaimed Maxwell, alarmed at the purpose of his
confederate.
"Why not? We need not disturb the bodies,--only open the outside box."
"Very well," said Maxwell, who felt how useless it was to oppose his
companion. "But remember, I have nothing to do with the robbery.
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