"Nobody knows. He must have found the door open. But it's against the rules for anybody to leave that door unlocked."
"I know that," said Number Four, and heaved a deep sigh.
"Say, you don't like your job, do you?" went on the other counterfeiter, with a sniff.
"Would you like it?" demanded Number Four, half angrily.
"Well, not particularly."
"When I joined this gang, I did it to make money, both ways. I didn't join to kill folks."
"Sure, that's true. But the fellow deserves what he'll get. He is a spy, and when a fellow spies on the likes of us he takes his life in his hands—and he knows it."
"Well, that may be so. Just the same, I'm sorry I drew the red ball," went on Number Four.
"Ain't going to back out, are you?"
"Humph! How can I back out? Styles wouldn't allow it."