“No; there is a man with him, and hang me if it isn’t Joe Horning.”
“What, Joe Horning the circus fakir?”
“Yes.”
“What does he want?”
“Give it up.”
Barker moved toward the door, which Grogan still held open.
Bob was trying to think. What should he do? Confronting the villainous trio had completely upset his calculations.
He had half a mind to run away. It was certain the trio would help Horning and not himself when they understood the situation.
But Casco seemed to realize what was passing through the young photographer’s mind, for with a quick movement he sprang past Grogan and caught Bob by the arm.
“Come in here!” he said, sharply.