Freeze and Bauer, abandoning their luggage, made a dash for the hill. Belatedly they realized that they had fallen into a trap.
Mr. Silverton and Saul Dobbs had leaped from the sportsman’s car. Deliberately, they cut off escape.
“Just a minute!” the owner of the pheasant farm said, stepping in front of Freeze and Bauer. “I have a few questions to ask you two.”
“Such as?” Freeze demanded insolently.
“For one thing, I want to know why you’ve been shipping my pheasants out of town? And trespassing on my property?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Freeze muttered, trying without success to shove past the sportsman.
“We don’t know nothin’ about any pheasants,” Bauer added.
“I think you do,” Mr. Silverton corrected. “You needn’t deny that you’ve been trespassing. Dobbs already has confessed his part.”
“Why, you dirty double-crosser!” Freeze accused, starting for the workman. “I’ll get you for this!”
Before he could lay hands on Dobbs, he was firmly grasped by a police officer who informed him and Bauer that they both were under arrest.