nothin' to squeal about."

"I'm going to." And Corliss stepped toward the safe. "Just hold that
light this way a minute."

Sundown complied, and Corliss thought that the other had overcome his
scruples. Corliss hastily drew a small canvas sack from the safe and
stuffed it into his pocket. Sundown backed toward the door.

Corliss got to his feet. "Well, so-long, Sun. Guess I'll light out."

"Not with that," said Sundown. "I ain't no preacher, but I ain't goin'
to see you go straight to hell and me do nothin'. Mebby some of that
dough is yourn. I dunno. But somebody's goin' to get pinched for
takin' it. Bein' a Bo, it'll be me."

"So that's what's worrying you, eh? Scared you'll get sent over for
this. Well, you won't. You haven't got anything on you."

"'T ain't that, Billy. It's you."

Corliss laughed. "You're getting religion, too. Well, I never thought
you'd go back on me."

"I ain't. I was always your friend, Billy."

Corliss hesitated. The door behind Sundown moved ever so little.
Corliss's eyes held Sundown with unwinking gaze. Slowly the door swung
open. Sundown felt rather than heard a presence behind him. Before he
could turn, something crashed down on his head. The face of his old