Without further word, the policeman spun on his heel and clanked out, spurs rattling, his body very straight and trim and pleasing to the eye. He was absent just twenty minutes, by Dick’s watch. When he returned, two figures preceded him—Wolf Brennan and Toby McCallum, a somewhat worried looking pair. They came shame-facedly into the room, slinking like two whipped curs. Gone was their blustering courage and cocksureness. Rand motioned them over to one side of the room a little disdainfully.
“Don’t try to move,” he ordered, “if you know what’s good for you. Mr. Scott, is the other prisoner locked up?”
“Yes, Corporal.”
“Do you think you can find a place for these two men?”
“In the office. The windows are barred.”
The policeman beckoned to the two prisoners, then strode forward and opened the door.
“Get in there,” he commanded.
Wolf Brennan and his partner lost no time in doing as they were told. The door was locked behind them.
“Now, Dick.”
“Yes, Corporal Rand,” Dick stepped forward.