“There’s only one thing to be done!”
“We’re waitin’ fer the word!”
“If the trio gets after them it’s all up with them.”
“You bet!” cried Van, with a fierce grin. “Say the word, boss. We’ll give ’em a race fer life. What’s the job worth to ye in solid money?”
“Ten thousand dollars!” replied the usurer.
CHAPTER V.
OUTWITTING THE CROOKS.
“Done!” cried Burke. “We are your birds.”
“It’s understood,” said Collins, “when the Bradys are safe outen the way you will pay us ten thousand in gold?”
“That is right!” agreed Blood.
“Then the job is as good as done!”