“Unless you show yourself a man now, I will leave you to fight it out alone,” continued Felix. “I can take care of myself. Randolph is on your hands, and here the police will find him.”
Low, profane mutterings from the old culprit’s mouth now filled the air. He was cornered, and Mortimer had him at his mercy. Gunwagner saw this now, and commenced planning to get our young hero out of the way.
An exceedingly interesting conversation this proved to the young detective, who carefully gathered in every word.
“Something is liable to drop with you fellers before long,” said he to himself. “This detective business is mighty excitin’, if it’s all like this is. I wonder what Tom Flannery would say now, if he could take this all in the same way I’m doin’ it!”
“I s’pose we can run him off to sea,” said Gunwagner, at length. “That’s the only way I know of to get him out of the way.”
“Then why not do that?” replied Mortimer.
“It will cost a lot of money.”
“Better pay out the money than go to Sing Sing.”
The old fence looked daggers at the author of this remark, but evidently thought it best to make no direct reply.
“I wish we could get him away tonight,” continued young Mortimer, in a way that exasperated Gunwagner.