“It looks that way.”
“Do you know what happened? Did you see anything?”
“I saw him dash out from the rear of that store with someone chasing him with a loaded gun.”
“That must have been what we heard a little while ago. Looks as if they got Nox.”
“Shouldn’t be surprised,” remarked the other indifferently.
“He oughter managed things better. How was it you didn’t warn him?”
“I did; I whistled twice the instant I saw his danger, and ran the risk of getting it in the neck myself,” was the unblushing response of the youth.
“I don’t see that there’s anything we can do for him. He got himself in a hole through his own foolishness and must pull himself out. My motto when a gang gets into trouble is that every one must look out for himself and the devil take the hindmost.”
“I say, Kit,” said Miller, lowering his voice as if fearful of being overheard, “do you think they’ll get Nox?”
“Haven’t a doubt of it.”