"At any price, so that you can telegraph in my name for more men to be sent up."
"Do you want the inspector to know it?"
"No; wire the chief of police at Albany, and wait at the first station you reach for them to come. Here is money."
He handed Jet what seemed like quite a large roll of bills, and then advanced in the darkness once more.
By good fortune rather than skill he found, a moment later, that for which he was seeking.
A small window, used for throwing out offal, was before him, and through this he crawled, turning, as he gained the outside, to assist Jet.
They were now in the shadow of the building with a cleared space of about twenty yards to be traversed before they could gain the shelter of the trees.
Again the detective dropped to his hands and knees, Jet following his example.
Silently and cautiously they crept across the opening; but just as they were half way it seemed to Jet as if a solid sheet of fire lighted up the clearing, and the reports which followed were almost deafening.
The enemy had expected exactly the move which was being made, and were counting on killing their foes.