But the bull-dog tenacity of Old King Brady’s nature was never more evident than now.
Leaving the saloon they dodged into a dark doorway near and waited.
“Harry,” said Old King Brady in a low tone of voice, “that old Blood is a fiend in human shape.”
“Indeed he is!”
“We must convict him!”
“We certainly will do so.”
Just then Harry gave a start and nudged Old King Brady.
At first, unseen to both, a man with muffled features had been standing in the shadows of the doorway.
He now emerged.
As he came into the light he turned sharply and said: