"It's a fact, just the same," maintained Sykes. "Bissett told me all about it."
"What if it is?"
"I guess you know old Ed. Pullar. Thirsty old guy at times."
McClure laughed wisely.
"That's the point," said Sykes in a whisper. "We have an even chance of getting him there."
McClure said nothing, but Sykes, watching him from the foxy crevices of his half-shut eyes, knew that he had probed a mighty impulse in his companion. The gloating of anticipated revenge looked out of Rob McClure's great eyes. He was roused from his baleful reverie by the voice of Sykes.
"That prospect pleases you, Rob," said he in a significant tone that drew the swift glance of McClure. "And I am with you to the limit provided——"
He paused and looked peculiarly at the other. McClure was puzzled.
"Provided," resumed Sykes, "you do the same with me."
"You have me guessing, Reddy."