“Sure!” put in Gorman, gazing.
This was verified in a moment by the appearance of Bannon from the tunnel leading from the rag shed.
He came out of the ground like an imp out of Hades, with an evil gleam in his narrow eyes, and obviously in some excitement.
“Say, Floyd, I’ve been up against it,” he cried at once. “I’ve been double-crossed by a scurvy whelp, who would have thrown us all down and into the hands of the dicks.”
“Whom do you mean?” Floyd demanded, staring at him.
“Pilot Flynn.”
“That cur!”
“Gee! Wait till I get back at him,” Bannon fiercely threatened. “I’ll pepper him as full of holes as a sieve.”
“What do you mean?” snapped Floyd. “Tell me.”
Bannon hastened to do so, describing the subterfuge of Patsy Garvan and stating what had followed.