"Well, Pete," he growled, "goin' to be starin' at me all night?"
"You'd better be off," said Peter briefly.
"Why?"
"They'll be here in a minute. You've got your money."
"Let 'em come. They'll have to take me to McGuire——"
"Or the lock-up at Egg Harbor——"
"All right. I'll go. But when I open my mouth to speak, McGuire will wish that Hell would open for him." And then, "See here, Pete, do you know anything of what's between me and McGuire?"
"No—except that he fears you."
"Very well. If you're workin' for him you'll steer these guys away from me. I mean it. Now think quick."
Peter did. Angry as he was at McGuire, he knew that Jim Coast meant what he said and that he would make trouble. Also Peter's curiosity knew no subsidence.