Patsy Garvan could guess, though. He was as skillful at putting two and two together and getting at the result, as anybody in Nick Carter’s circle of acquaintance—and that is saying a great deal.
“How many are there in the gang?” asked Patsy.
“Only two, that I know of for certain. But I am inclined to think there must be some more. Larry Dugan——”
“What?” broke in Patsy. “Is that murdering skunk in it?”
“I believe so,” returned Nick seriously. “But I don’t believe he is in this house at present.”
“You don’t? Why?”
“Because I heard the people inside say that he was coming at dark, to take Marcos away.”
Patsy turned quickly to his chief, his face twitching with anxiety.
“And Chick? He’s the boy I’m interested in. Dear old Chick!”
“That’s right. We have to look after Chick,” was Nick Carter’s response.