The crooks started away, looking back frequently to see that Claymore was following.
He kept about half a block behind them.
Nobody but themselves seemed to be on the streets.
There was a drunken man staggering along some distance ahead, but he didn’t count.
He, too, disappeared around a corner before the crooks came to it.
When they were about to pass that corner a quiet voice behind them said:
“This will do. We’ll settle here.”
“All right,” responded Nat.
Both men halted, and, turning about, found themselves looking into the muzzles of two revolvers.
The face back of the hands that held the weapons was not that of their employer, Claymore, but that of their deadly enemy, Nick Carter.