"I see."
"The battle cry is: Break up the gang! Root it out, so that it cannot grow again."
"It is a pretty big proposition, chief; don't you think so?"
"It is a big proposition, and no mistake. But I shall make my arrangements about that part of it, so that if we ever succeed in getting them rounded up, there will be no difficulty in carrying out the rest of it."
"All right. Now, I suppose I have my instructions."
"Yes."
"And that's all?"
"Yes."
"And you don't expect to see me or to communicate with me again until—when?"
"Until I see you inside the stronghold of the hobo gang."