He sprang for an instant into full view, and darted down the stairs, followed by half a dozen bullets.
Gilmore was fairly white with rage.
“He must have been down there all the time,” he said.
“And heard the plans laid for the burglary,” added Geary.
There was a moment’s silence, during which both men took good care to keep out of range of the cellar door.
“He might shoot,” suggested Gilmore, pointing toward the dark opening through which Chick had disappeared.
“Of course he’ll shoot.”
Geary was not in a consoling mood.
“What is to be done?” asked Gilmore.
“Blessed if I know.”