“Yes, darn him!”
“So I say; but while Nick went out to get Low, Patsy was nosing around town. He probably found that board; he probably saw you two fellows, and knew you; then he put two and two together, and the long and short of it is that Carter is after you.”
“We’ll be hanged sure!” groaned Jack.
“There’s only one way out of it, boys.”
“Well?”
“Carter will come here to a dead certainty. He knows the town, and knows that this is the place where you would most likely hang out. He’ll come here.”
“Then he’ll get a warm time of it,” said Nat.
“If you think so, stay. But you know the Carters. If you want a chance to escape, take it now. There’s a train for San Francisco runs through here in half an hour. You can catch it.”
“Come on,” said Jack, rising.[{32}]
“Hold on a bit,” said Nat. “Who pays the freight? We haven’t had our money yet.”