“Mr. Braddy: You hev opened the action ag’in’ us and we are on the deefensive. Pretty soon it will be the other way an’ we’ll be on the offensive. Mark it now, we’re goin’ to do you up. No man can stand ag’in’ the trio and you’ll be kept busy running a race fer life.
“You can’t take no step we don’t kno’ about and we’ll be hot on your heels all the while. You can’t sleep nites fer the knife will be at yure windpipe. You can’t leave the city or a bullet will drop ye. We’re watchin’ every move of yours and you can’t fool us. There’s no escape unless you make a race for it. Yures fer revenge, “The Trio.”
The Bradys read this message several times with curious emotions.
Then Harry said:
“On my word, partner, this is no joke. It means something.”
“I believe you, Harry,” agreed Old King Brady. “But our move is to keep ahead of them.”
“They mean to kill us!”
“That is so.”
“Then we have certainly got to capture or kill them.”
“For self-preservation if nothing else.”
“Yes.”