"And when you come to-morrow, I'll be ready with the money to do my share, too, and--" But Sammy Matthews shook his head.
"You're wrong, both of you," he said weakly.

"You're a white man, Kline.

But destroying that plate won't save me.

The minute a single note printed from it shows up, they'll know back there in Washington that the plate was stolen, and--" "No; you're safe enough there," the other interposed heavily.

"Knowing what was up, you don't think I'd give the gang a chance to get them into circulation, do you?
I got them all when I got the plate.