Lanterman swore. "That bunch is crazy. No sense to 'em at all. Hell, no, we're not Atoners."
Wales said, slowly, "Well, looks like if I and my girl decide to stay, we'd better be in your bunch. Sure, I'll join."
Lanterman clapped him on the back. "You'll never regret it, Wilson. I've got some big ideas. Those that stick with me will get more'n their share of everything. Pittsburgh is only the start."
He added impressively, "You're joining at a lucky time. For tonight's when we're taking Pittsburgh."
The young, dark man snarled, "If he's a spy, then letting him know that will—"
"You're too suspicious, Harry," said Lanterman. "He's no spy. He's come."
He looked down at the dark young man. "All right, Harry, you take your bunch along now. And you remember not to start things till you hear our signal."
Ten cars, with thirty-odd men in them, pulled out of the main street in the twilight. Harry was in the first car, and they headed south out of town.
Lanterman then told the others, "Rest of us better get going too, all except those that are staying to guard the women and kids. You stick along with me, Wilson."
Motors roared, all along the street. Lanterman climbed grandly into a long black limousine, and Wales followed him.