“Oh, no harm, of course,” very sarcastically. “Nobody would find it, and wonder about it; oh, no!”
“What do you mean, Claymore?”
“I mean this: Nick Carter has that infernally sharp Patsy along with him. I believe you know Patsy.”
“Yes, confound him!”
“So I say! but while Nick went out to get Low, Patsy was nosing around town. He probably found that board; he probably saw you two fellows, and knew you; then he put two and two together, and the long and short of it is that Carter is after you.”
“We’ll be hanged, sure!” groaned Jack.
“There’s only one way out of it, boys.”
“Well?”
“Carter will come here to a dead certainty. He knows the town, and knows that this is the place where you would most likely hang out. He’ll come here.”