How much might there be now, do you think ?" "Five hundred dollars, likely." "That's worth risking something for," said Jack thoughtfully.
"We'll share alike ?" inquired Hogan anxiously.
"Depends on how much you help about gettin' the money," said Jack carelessly.
Hogan, who was not very courageous, did not dare push the matter though he would have liked a more definite assurance.

However, he had another motive besides the love of money, and was glad to have the cooperation of Rafferty, though secretly afraid of his ruffianly accomplice.
It was agreed to wait till midnight.

Till then both men threw themselves down and slept.
As the clock indicated midnight, Rafferty shook Hogan roughly.
The latter sat up and gazed, in terrified bewilderment, at Jack, who was leaning over him, forgetting for the moment the compact into which he had entered.
"What do you want ?" he ejaculated.
"It's time we were about our business," growled Jack.
"It's struck twelve." "All right!" responded Hogan, who began to feel nervous, now that the crisis was at hand.
"Don't sit rubbing your eyes, man, but get up." "Haven't you got a drop of something to brace me up ?" asked Hogan nervously.
"What are you scared of, pard ?" asked Rafferty contemptuously.
"Nothing," answered Hogan, "but I feel dry." "All right.

A drop of something will warm us both up." Jack went behind the counter, and, selecting a bottle of rot-gut whisky, poured out a stiff glassful apiece.
"Drink it, pard," he said.
Hogan did so, nothing loath.
"That's the right sort," he said, smacking his lips.

"It's warming to the stomach." So it was and a frequent indulgence in the vile liquid would probably have burned his stomach and unfitted it for service.