"They're good fellows, and they pay well."

"Why do you want to go where I took that last party?" questioned Jim,
with a shrewd look.

"One of the things that the second five-dollar note pays you for is
asking no questions," retorted Jack. "Do you want to take up our
offer?"

"Yes; if you'll give me fifteen minutes to rest and water the horses,"
agreed Jim.

"That'll be all right," nodded Jack. "And now, Medway, have we paid
you enough?"

"Plenty," cheerfully responded the first driver, taking the hint and
leaving.

"Where did you take that woman?" questioned Jack, while the new driver
got out a bucket for watering his horses.

"Away down by the sea-coast. Know where the Cobtown fishing shanties
are?"

"No."

"Well, Cobtown is made up of three or four little villages of rickety
old houses. Some are occupied by fishermen, and some ain't. There's
three or four coves down that way fishing craft anchor in. It's a
lonely, wild bit of country, and some rough characters 'mong them