“Told him what?” asked Patsy.
“What I have done. He shouldn’t have said a word, but I can understand how he should make such a slip, for Claymore was the first to direct suspicion at Hank Low. What became of Claymore?”
“He went home. He lives in a boarding house——”
“We must have him! Come on!”
They left the hotel together hurriedly.
* * * * *
In a corner of Daddy Drew’s dive—the worst place in Denver—sat the two men who had escaped from Nick Carter in Helena a short time before.
They had liquor in front of them, but they drank little.
Every time the door opened to admit a newcomer, they looked that way eagerly.
The place was pretty well filled.