“He’ll get you, Farley,” gasped Homer. “He’ll get you, sure, like he’s got guys before. You can’t double cross The Shadow.”
“Listen, Homer. The word is out. Do you think I’m the only guy that wants to get The Shadow? Not by a long sight!
“There’s five hundred others with the same idea — that is, there will be by tomorrow night. If he gets into this place, he’ll have to fight his way through the best rods in New York.
“You know what we’ll do? We’ll lay low, right here — and wait for the news.”
“I get you, Farley,” said Homer, “but what if he does get through? What then?”
“Huh,” grunted Farley. “What can he do here? Look at these walls. He can’t get through them.”
“How about the door?”
“Let him try it. I’ve got two big smoke wagons that will say ‘No.’ When I open up, boy, I know how!
“He won’t get in this place. If he manages to find his way back, he’ll be ready for the works. He might slip through, but he won’t slip out!”
Homer sat open-mouthed, not only because of the apprehension he felt, but also because of his admiration for Hank Farley’s scheme.