“Devlin, you—” “Reb!” Tolly jogged toward them, his face glistening with perspiration in the early-evening sunlight. “Go tell all the guides to meet in my cabin. We gots somethin’ impo’tant to talk about.” Rebekah wrung her hands. She had something important to talk to Devlin about. “But, Tolly, I—” “Get ’em now, Reb. An’ hurry. Gotta get this settled befo’ the sun sets.” She felt the same way, but she couldn’t argue with her boss. She sighed. “Yes, sir.” Devlin went back inside, and she made her way along the row of cabins, knocking on doorjambs and directing everyone to meet with Tolly. Within a few minutes, they’d all crowded into his cabin and found places to sit. Rebekah perched on the corner of Tolly’s bed next to a burly guide named Luther and listened while Tolly explained the day’s theft. “Mr. Janin, he already has men hired to guard the cave’s openin’, but they ain’t scheduled to start work fo’ anothuh couple weeks. So even though he agrees we best start early an’ keep the openin’ to the cave secure from trespassuhs, he say he might not be able to bring them fellas in befo’ the summer season.
