"All right, then. Are you armed?"
Jean shook his head negatively, and so did Chester, in spite of the fact that he had two automatics concealed in his clothes, for he did not think it wise to betray this to Duval.
From his pockets the Apache chief produced a pair of automatics, one of which he handed to each. Then he dismissed them with a flourish of his hand.
Jean led the way along the dark passageway and into the street. Hal, from his place of concealment, saw them emerge and followed them. A short distance from the den he came up with them. Jean, as well as Chester, was delighted to see him.
"Why," said Jean, "can't we all work together and make sure that the plot does not fail?"
"An excellent idea," said Chester.
He spoke to Hal in a whisper: "Watch the house and follow Duval when he comes out."
Hal, accordingly, did not fall in with Jean's plan.
"I am glad to be out of it," he said. "It's too dangerous to suit me. No, Victor, there, is different. He likes the spice of danger, and so may you. But I prefer to get my gold easier, in the streets."
Jean shrugged his shoulders in contempt.