"
"Never mind the reward. You just do it for the honour of the
thing. Maybe when it is done there will be a few odd dollars at
the bottom of the box."
"What has the man done?" asked young Wilson.
"Sure, it's not for the likes of you to ask what the man has
done. He has been judged over there. That's no business of
ours. All we have to do is to carry it out for them, same as
they would for us. Speaking of that, two brothers from the
Merton lodge are coming over to us next week to do some business
in this quarter."
"Who are they?" asked someone.
"Faith, it is wiser not to ask. If you know nothing, you can
testify nothing, and no trouble can come of it. But they are men
who will make a clean job when they are about it."
"And time, too!" cried Ted Baldwin. "Folk are gettin' out of
hand in these parts. It was only last week that three of our men
were turned off by Foreman Blaker. It's been owing him a long
time, and he'll get it full and proper."
"Get what?" McMurdo whispered to his neighbour.
"The business end of a buckshot cartridge!" cried the man with a
loud laugh. "What think you of our ways, Brother?"
McMurdo's criminal soul seemed to have already absorbed the
spirit of the vile association of which he was now a member.
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