I reckon I'll just plead guilty!"
"Don't be in a hurry," Bob warned him. "It isn't a matter to go off
half-cock on. Any man would have done what you did. I'd have done it
myself. That's why I stood by you. I'm not sure you aren't right to take
advantage of what the law can do for you. Plenty do just that with only
the object of acquiring other people's dollars. I don't say it's right
in theory; but in this case it may be eternally right in practice. Go
slow on deciding."
"You're sure a good friend, Bobby," said Pollock simply.
"Whatever you decide, don't even mention my name to any one," warned
Bob. "We don't want to get me connected with the case in any man's mind.
Hardly let on you remember to have known me. Don't overdo it though.
You'll want a real good lawyer. I'll find out about that. And the
money--how'll we fix it?"
George thought for a moment.
"Fix it with Jack," said he at length. "He'll stay put. Tell him not to
tell his own father. He won't. He's reliable."
"Sure?"
"Well, I'm risking my neck on it."
"I'll simply tell him the name of the lawyer," decided Bob, "and get him
actual cash.
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