He's just got a couple of handouts an' he passes one to me, an' we gits to talkin'.

He gits to tellin' me somethin' about a nutty old gazebo who lives in the next town, which he had just left.

This old bazoo, he says, has a hatful o' diamonds up there, but they ain't polished or nothin' an' he's there by hisself, an' is old an' simple, an' it's findin' money, he says, to go over an' take 'em away from him.

He reckoned there must 'a' been a thousan' dollars' worth altogether.
"Well, he puts the proposition to me," Haney continued circumstantially, "an' I falls for it.

We're to go over, an' I'm to pipe it all off to see it's all right, then I'm to sort o' hang aroun' an' keep watch while he goes in an' gives the old nut a gentle tap on the coco, an' cops the sparks.