“Why so?”
“He may get wise.”
“Rats!” sneered Bannon curtly. “What can he make of it? He don’t know why I came this way, nor which way I went after dropping him. He’ll get fat trying to trail me from where I left him.”
“Well, what’s on your mind?” asked Floyd, turning to the woman again, to whom Bagley had hurriedly explained the situation. “Have you seen the girl, as you planned?”
“Want it in his hearing?” questioned Vera, with another glance at Nick.
“Why not?” snapped Floyd. “He cuts no ice, now that we have him where we want him. We’ll finish him, along with this other good work, before morning.”
“That will be the safest way,” Nick coolly advised.
“Leave that to us.”
“That’s what I am doing—under protest.”
“Have you seen the girl?” Floyd repeated, again turning to Vera Vantoon.