"No," I said, brushing myself off. "We're not spies. We were looking for rocks to sell. There's a new telephone in town, and I just wanted to — Ow!"
The mustache man yanked my hair. "Does she always talk this much?" he asked Frank. Frank — the traitor — nodded.
"Looking for rocks, eh?" Mustache Man pried open Frank's fingers. The gold coin glowed warm in the lantern light. "Lookee here, Zed. Musta fallen out."
Zedekiah Smith strode over and picked the coin out of Frank's palm. "You don't want that, boy. That's dirty money."
"You made it that way," I told him. "You stole it."
Zedekiah Smith narrowed his eyes, turning them even beadier. "Caleb's right. You do talk a lot."
