“Are you sure?” asked a voice incredulously, at last.
“Sure? I should say so. I’ve been tryin’ t’ do fer him ever since I got out. You know that.”
“Yes,” growled one of the men; “we heard about it.”
“Well,” went on Nolan, triumphantly, “that was one reason I wanted t’ git th’ reg’lar man out o’ th’ way. I knowed they wouldn’t have much time t’ git another, an’ this feller bein’ right there in th’ office, might hev t’ come. An’ it worked as slick as greased lightnin’.”
“You’ve got more sense than I thought you had, Dan,” remarked another of the men.
“Now we’ve got him, we kin do fer him,” added Nolan.
“Oh, no, we can’t,” retorted the first speaker. “I won’t stand for that. Let the kid alone. He got a bullet through him that night. That’s enough!”
“All right,” assented Nolan, sulkily; “but I’m goin’ in t’ take a look at him.”
Allan heard him enter the office. A match flared up and for an instant blinded him. Then he saw Dan Nolan stooping over him, his eyes glittering with infernal triumph.