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Show 25 somethin'." Josh nodded, but his mind was on his dog. He hoped Cap would hurry. The two Pinkerton detectives stood on each side of the table, looking bored. Cap cocked his head at the gold bar, then motioned with his thumb. To the nearest Pinkerton man, he said, "How d'ya know that's real gold?" The lean-faced detective named Blxby grunted. He frowned down at Cap and showed his two gold teeth in a kind of snarl. "If it wasn't real, kid, we wouldn't be here." "Yeah, but I mean, how do you know it isn't a lead brick painted gold or somethin'?" Cap had a determined way about him. He also had an interest in gold, since that's all his father ever worked at. The other detective, who was built along the lines of a pickle barrel, took two steps toward the boys and gestured with his head for them to move on. Josh was close enough so he could see the blue veins stand out on the man's arm as he motioned at them again. Josh was eager to be out looking for his dog anyway, so he quickly retreated to the doorway. When Cap still didn't move, studying the gold bar, the heavy-set detective cleared his throat and pulled back his coat to stick his thumbas in his belt. This clearly revealed the walnut handle of a large revolver protruding from his belt holster. Josh's eyes went wide, and he backed farther through the open doorway. |