“Well, how did you succeed?” whispered Bern, under cover of the noise.
“I succeeded,” answered Duncan grimly. “I had to.”
“You raised the money?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I pawned my sister’s watch and rings.”
“Did she let you have them?”
“I took them. Couldn’t wait to ask her in an emergency like this. Shea had to get out of New Haven. The police were looking for a man who had lost a finger, and they were bound to nab Slugger sooner or later if he remained in town. He knew it as well as I did. He was willing to go, but he had to have the money to get away. I put the money in his hands myself, and he says he’ll be out of the city before midnight.”
“Do you think he can get away? Won’t they nab him? The cops are on the watch, you know.”
“If they don’t corner him before dark, I think he’ll get away. He’s been a hobo, and he knows how to bum his passage on freight trains. As soon as it’s dark he’ll stow himself away aboard some freight bound for New York or Boston. If he’s not caught to-day, there’s every prospect that he’ll not be caught at all. I’m not going to worry about it any more. How’s the game going?”