"Perhaps. But there's always the chance of failure, now. The guards—"
"After your own experience, when that capsule burst in the laboratory, you talk to me about guards?"
"Suppose one escapes?"
The Master only smiled grimly, and sighted his course up the dark river.
"And the alarm is sure to be given, in no time. Why didn't you just buy the thing outright?"
"It's not for sale, at any price."
"Still—men can't run off with three and a half million dollars' worth of property and with provisions and equipment like that, all ready for a trial trip, without raising Hell. There'll be pursuit—"
"What with, my dear Bohannan?"
"That's a foolish statement of mine, the last one, I admit," answered
the major, as his companion swung the launch a little toward the
Jersey shore. "Of course nothing can overhaul us, once we're away.
But you know my type of mind weighs every possibility, pro and con.
Wireless can fling out a fan of swift aerial police ahead of us from
Europe."
"How near can anything get to us?"