"It's lucky for you that you don't know what it's about!" was Handsome's rejoinder. "Get out of that, Turner, and come along with me."
"But, what's the matter?" demanded Nick, sliding out of the bunk. "What has happened?"
"That fellow Pat has escaped—that's what!" was the reply.
"Sho! You don't say so! Well, well, well! When did he do it?"
"I haven't found out yet. Come along. I thought at first that maybe you had had a hand in it—but I see you did not."
"What! Me?"
Every hobo that belonged to the gang had gathered in the centre of the place near where the mock trial had been held, and they were talking earnestly together. Cremation Mike, with one hand held at the back of his head, was the centre of the group—or rather of the throng.
But Handsome burst unceremoniously through the crowd and confronted Mike, Nick following at his heels.
Black Madge forced her way through it at the same time from the opposite side.
"Now, Mike," said Handsome savagely. "Tell me how this happened."