Though their meeting was an exultant one, and Patsy’s surprise all that may be imagined, they spent but little time in congratulations. A very few words, moreover, told each what had been learned by the other, as well as how the situation then stood.
“Gee! there’s nothing to it,” said Patsy finally. “We can reach Dillon’s house nearly as quickly as those three fellows. We can nail the entire gang.”
“Stop a bit,” Chick objected. “If they are going to attempt making a deal with Dillon and the woman, there will be time enough for us.”
“Time for what?” questioned Patsy.
“Time to search this house,” said Chick. “It evidently is where the crooks have been quartered. We may find what we want.”
CHAPTER X.
A DESPERATE MOVE.
It was nearly noon.
Less than three hours had passed since Nick Carter and his two assistants set to work on that eventful morning.
There was a change in the scene in Captain Casper Dillon’s library.
Nick Carter was seated in one of the large chairs near the wall, tied to it and with his arms secured behind him. His strong, clean-cut face, nevertheless, wore an expression of absolute indifference. He sat listening without concern to the discussion that was in progress.