the warpath. Good luck to you, and I wish myself
the same. So long.
Billy Barnes.”
Frank gave a long whistle as he read this document.
“Well, of all the——,” began Harry, and stopped. Words failed to express his feelings.
“This settles it,” said Frank suddenly with decision, “we’ve got to get after Rogero, now.”
“You mean that Billy——,” began Harry.
“I mean that we’re not going to let Billy get shot for a bit of pottery,” cut in Frank.
“The Golden Eagle will sail at nine o’clock,” he added. “Come on, Harry—we’ve just time for a bit of breakfast, and then for the air.”