“Then don’t let him go.”
“But the doctor wants him.”
“Confound the doctor.”
“He’s been a good producer, Nixon,” said Gilmore.
“Yes, and has allowed us to do all the work and assume all the risks. Where was he last night when we were out there at his block? He ought to have been on deck then.”
“I know it, old man.”
Nixon chewed the end of his cigar, and looked ugly.
“I’ll tell you what it is,” he said, in a moment. “I won’t leave this young man, Chick, until I see the knife in him.”
“I was about to suggest that.”
“I’ve had enough of this monkey work with Nick Carter and his gang,” continued the burglar. “I have had Nick and Chick in my power before to-night, and they have always escaped through some soft-heartedness on the part of some member of the party. That don’t happen this time.”