“What are you going to do?”
“Dump 'em.”
“Into the river?”
“You bet.”
“Where are the others?”
“Dead; I shot 'em.”
In the meantime Chick had been slowly drawing nearer to the patrol boat.
Nick had said nothing to him of his plans, but the faithful-young assistant knew that he had but to follow the lead of his chief, no matter what happened.
Nearer and nearer they drew to the boat which contained the policemen.
“What was that shooting about?” demanded one of the officers, as they drew near enough for conversation.