"Now you're talking sense," said the gambler. "We haven't any time to lose. The club leaves town at 11.30 to-night."
"What do you want me to do?" gasped Baldwin helplessly.
"You're pretty strong with Captain Raferty, of the North Nineteenth Street police, aren't you?"
"Yes—I've done him some favors."
"Well, I want you to fix it with him that when I bring a prisoner in to-night some time he's to be locked downstairs and kept until you telephone to let him loose."
"What are you going to do?" asked Baldwin, alarmed.
"I'm going to do something myself," replied the gambler sharply. "I've tried a lot of you fellows and you've all fallen down. Now I'm going to get this McCarthy and put him out of the way."
"You're taking an awful risk"——
"It's a sure thing the other way, and I'm desperate," the gambler cut him short. "When you get that fixed you catch the first train and follow the team. You get Clancy in the morning and force him to let Williams pitch one of the games down there. Wilcox is worked out now, and if we can make sure Williams will pitch one game, that will force Clancy to pitch Wilcox again, and he'll be beaten sure. With McCarthy out of the game, as he will be, the Bears haven't a chance. They're half a game ahead, but if they lose two out of three and the Panthers win one out of their remaining two games, the Panthers beat them out on percentage, and the Panthers ought to win both games."
"You haven't cornered McCarthy yet?" asked the politician.