“He will.”
They were silent for a moment, and then Jack muttered:
“I’d have liked it better if he’d paid us for the other job and not asked us to tackle the detective.”
“Pooh! what scares you so?”
“Nick Carter. Ain’t that enough?”
“Nick Carter’s dead.”
“Do you believe it, Nat?”
“I’m going to tell Claymore so.”
Jack shuddered.
“I see you don’t believe it,” he said; “but I hope Claymore comes along and believes it. Then he’ll pay us, and we can skip before the cuss comes to life.”