The point is
this--from all I can learn of Westcott, he is the kind who will fight
to the last ditch. Perhaps he hasn't any chance, but if he ever does
learn how we got hold of his letters and discovered the location of
that vein of ore, he's going to turn this whole affair inside out, and
catch us red-handed. You made a fool play to-night."
"That wasn't my fault," Lacy protested sullenly. "The fellow
misunderstood; however, there won't be no fuss made over a Mexican."
"I'm not so sure of that; Westcott will know it was meant for him and
be on his guard. Anyhow it was a fool's trick."
"Well, we do things different out here from what you do in New York.
It's my way to take no chances, and when a man's dead he can't talk."
"I'm not so sure of that; there's been many a lad hung on the testimony
of a dead man. Now see here, Lacy, this is my game, and I propose
playing it in my own way. You came in under those conditions, didn't
you?"
"I reckon so, still there wasn't much to it when I came in. This
mining stunt developed later out of those letters Westcott sent East.
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