"All this is, of course, what Harry told him. He'd managed to get on the train all right, without bein' spotted--taking--" He lowered his voice, and indicated the drawn blinds with a significant gesture--"with him. Partly to divert suspicion, I suppose ... look like respectable couple--man an' wife. Well, naturally, Harry talked pretty ugly ... what he'd do to him, an' all that, if he didn't whack up; but Wilks wouldn't 'come across'--kept bluffin' that he'd divvy up later on, an' so on--knowing that he was safe enough as long as he was amongst a crowd of people. Of course Harry never breathed a word about shootin' the night-watchman. The first intimation Wilks had about _that_ was in a paper at the hotel, here. It appears about ten minutes after he'd vamoosed with the money Harry came back with the 'soup,' to do the blowin' act. Lipinski told him that Wilks would be back in a few minutes, so they waited a bit. As he showed no signs of returning, they decided to go ahead without him--Lipinski goin' in with Harry this time, to give him a hand. It didn't take 'em long to see what'd happened, you bet. Everything all strewn around and turned upside down. They found a hundred an' fifty in a small drawer I guess he'd overlooked in his hurry an', according to Lipinski's statement, they'd just split this up when the poor, bloomin' watchman happened along an' Shapiro fixed him. Then they bolted an' the patrolman on the beat shot at them an' one skinned one way an' one the other. Lipinski didn't see Harry again after that--beat it on his own to Seattle later, an' got nailed.
"Well, it seems they kept up this chewin' the rag an' watching each other till the train got down as far as here. It was gettin' dark, then. Harry'd got a bottle of whiskey in his grip when he'd come on the train. He started in to get primed up on this, an' Wilks got scared, for Harry began to raise his voice an' look at him pretty nasty, with his hand in his hip-pocket. They managed to kick up such a row between 'em that the con' came along--gave 'em a callin' down an' threatened to chuck 'em off the train if they didn't shut up. Harry started to give the con' a whole lot of lip, an' while these two were squabblin' together, Mister Wilks slipped off--_here_--just as the train was on the move.