“Throw him out here!” came a gruff voice from the crowd.
“I won’t tell,” Sawyer went on, “unless you promise to keep them away from me. I didn’t mean to kill Green, and no court will convict me.”
“When did you come here?” asked Ned.
“A month ago,” was the reply. “The day you landed in San Francisco a man came to my boarding house and employed me.”
“He mentioned the aeroplane?”
“Yes, he knew all about it.”
“Treachery in the Secret Service, eh?” asked Ned.
“I don’t know how he gained his information,” was the reply. “He told me that he had secured a job for me in the forest service, and that I was to join the crew in this district.”
“And steal the aeroplane?”
“Steal it or wreck it. There are men with the other crews. You would have found an enemy wherever you landed.”