Jake Hanlon came running from the house at the same moment, while Murdock leaped out of the car and cried:
“Hold your tongue, Sol. Your yelling would wake the dead.”
“There’ll soon be dead uns here to wake, all right,” Sol shouted. “So you’ve got the other one, eh?”
“One of them.”
“And that leaves only one.”
“We’ll get him, too, a little later,” snapped Murdock. “Lend a hand and bring him into the stable. We must get rid of both before dark.”
“We’ll do that, all right.”
“Swing round, Bryan, and back in the car after they’ve got him out,” Murdock continued to command. “It might be seen and known by chance. Get it under cover. I don’t want it suspected that I am in this business with you fellows. That would queer us, for fair.”
“You’re booked to be queered, all right,” thought Chick, while three of the ruffians were hastening to lift him from the car and bear him into the stable.
His anticipations were realized very much sooner, even than he expected.