“Then he’ll get a warm time of it,” said Nat.
“If you think so, stay. But you know the Carters. If you want a chance to escape, take it now. There’s a train for San Francisco runs through here in half an hour. You can catch it.”
“Come on,” said Jack, rising.
“Hold on a bit,” said Nat. “Who pays the freight? We haven’t had our money yet.”
“I’ve got it, but I’ll be hanged myself if I pay you in here. Get out on the street. I’ll go with you part way to the station, and settle with you.”
“Don’t wait,” urged Jack.
“That’s good advice. Carter may break in here any minute, or he may sneak in in disguise. That’s his most likely way, and then you’ll be nabbed before you know it.”
Nat was rather pale now.
“I’ll give him a fight for it, if he comes,” he muttered, but he got up, and the three went out.