“Why, no, the Cooperative has made a lot of money since you’ve taken over. We want to go along with you, if your flare for the dramatic doesn’t get us in too deep.”
“What do you mean by that, Holloway?”
“This night riding business is getting risky. Why, if Clem Davis should talk—”
“We’re not through with him yet.”
“Another thing, most of us never did approve of holding meetings here at the Tower,” Hank Holloway went on. “It’s too public a place, and sooner or later someone will start asking questions about what goes on.”
“Anything else?”
“Well, we think you ought to show yourself—let us know who you are. We’re all in this together, and we ought to take the same risks. I’ve been carrying the heavy end.”
“That settles it!” the masked man said with finality. “We’re through.”
“How do you mean?” Holloway asked.
“We’re breaking up the organization—now—tonight.”