“What do you know?”
“I know that you are acting exceedingly fresh,” returned Tony.
Burt smiled. He released Cook, and placed both handcuffs on the other’s wrists. Then he took Enoch aside.
“Now,” he said, “I am going to do something contrary to my duty.”
“I do not understand.”
“I’m going to trust you.”
“I swear you may!”
Enoch spoke from the bottom of his heart. It was something unusual for any one, outside of a pal, to trust him.
“Now, I may as well tell you, there is no likelihood of Jacquet dying from the wound you inflicted.”
Cook’s face became radiated with joy.