A muffled oath fell from Clancy’s lips.
“And Five Points?” he went on.
“He’s got it bad.”
“Able to get away?”
“Just about. He’s already started.”
“Lay hold of the plunder, you two, and we’ll make a get-away ourselves.”
Spark and Cricket hurried into the vault, and Clancy followed as far as the stool in the cashier’s cage.
There he halted and calmly got into his coat and put on his hat, all the time watching the door and listening intently.
The other two emerged from the vault, staggering under the weight of the bags.