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“Now wait a minute!” Brigham Pope was indignant. “I know what I'm doing.”

“It sure looks like it! You know what the rap for kidnapping is? They electrocute you.”

“Keep your shirt on, bub. Woman I borrowed him off of is tired. She's been traveling two days. Brat
was squalling his head off. When I offered to carry him around and keep him quiet, she jumped at the
chance.”

He examined the baby briefly. “It's a her, not a him.”

“The hell you say!” Brigham Pope grinned. “Well, that's okay. Quiet down. It's okay.”

“It's not okay!” he said violently. “If we get caught at this, they'll throw everything at us. Robbery.
Kidnapping too. I know how these district attorneys work it.”

Brigham Pope joggled the baby comfortably. “Tom Ittle said to use a baby. Don't eat on me. Go tell
Tom Ittle about it.”

He thought about it a moment. He was dissatisfied, but he decided it might not be wise to do any more
squawking about it.

“Okay.” He shrugged.

“You look the girl over?” Brigham Pope demanded.

“Yes.”

“She the one?”

“Yes.”

“Is the seat facing her empty?”

“No. There's a sailor in it.”

“I'll take care of the sailor,” Brigham Pope said. “What about her purse. Has she got it?”

“She has her purse, yes.”

“Where is it?”

“On her lap.”

Brigham Pope was pleased. “She's left handed. She'll stick it down beside her, on the left side.”

“Let's hope so.” He straightened his coat. “All right, let's start it all over again.” He went back into the
coach and took up his stand beside the girl's seat. Her purse, he noted, was still on her lap.