“It means that they’ll murder every person in this camp,” Mr. Havens continued, “rather than permit the papers in the bottom of that bag to get back to Washington. Mr. DuBois ought not to remain here another hour!”
“What’s the answer?” asked Jimmie.
“How far is it to the nearest railway point?” asked the aviator.
“Field is not more than a couple of hours’ ride away,” replied Ben.
“Let me take him there to-night and dump him on board a train for the east, bag and all!” exclaimed Jimmie.
“That’s what I was about to suggest,” Mr. Havens answered.
“But, look here!” interrupted the Englishman. “I’d rather stay and see the bloody game to the finish, don’t you know!”
“I don’t blame you for not wanting to run away,” Ben declared.
“Think it over,” the aviator suggested. “At least the bag and its contents must be taken out of the camp to-night. Mr. DuBois can go out with it if he wants to.”
It was decided that the Englishman should accompany Ben out to Field and make up his mind on the journey whether he would return to the camp.