“One thing—and a mighty significant one!” growled Hyde, with a nod.
“What was that?”
“He added that he would land our gang, every man and woman of us, or throw up his job.”
“He said that, did he?”
“That’s what.”
“The infernal meddler!”
“He has struck some clue, that’s dead sure!” declared the spy. “It’s a condition that means we must get him, Vic, or he’ll get us.”
“Oh, we’ll get him, all right!” Vic Clayton now cried, with a venomous sneer. “If he’s coming for that, for what you say, you let me alone to get him!”
Though her flood of questions had been asked with passionate impatience, she now appeared more calm, yet not less viciously determined.