“Not so you’ll notice it.”
“That’s final, Slugger, is it?”
“What I say always goes,” scowled the gunman.
Chick turned abruptly and pointed to a telephone on one of the walls.
“Get next, Patsy,” he commanded shortly. “Call up the precinct station. Get a wagon and a dozen men here as quickly as possible. We’ll raid that house and building on the jump.”
CHAPTER IX.
THE LAST RESORT.
Nick Carter was not long in learning whither he was bound. The jostling of the truck over the uneven ground in the narrow passage between the buildings ceased in a very few moments.
Nick then felt himself rudely lifted from the truck and carried under cover. Through the burlap in which he had been wrapped he could detect the pungent scent of lime, which confirmed his earlier suspicions.
“They’ve brought me to that building close to the river,” he said to himself. “The outlook isn’t very promising, unless Chick or Patsy had picked up the trail of Goulard before he started for the Badger house. There is a reasonably fair chance of that, in which case——”
Nick’s train of thought was abruptly broken.