He didn’t know Patsy.
“Rout him out?” echoed the detective; “why! he’s a mile from here by this time.”
“Go on!”
“That’s what he’s doing. Bet your life on it.”
“We might break down the door and see,” somebody suggested.
Several of them began to move toward the door.
“Wait a minute,” called Patsy.
He was smiling, and they stopped to hear what he had to say.
“I’d rather you wouldn’t bother the fellow,” he went on; “I tell you that straight, but if you’re dead anxious to have some fun with him and want me to join, I’ll take the chance of a toss-up. What do you say?”
“It’s a go!” cried Sam, taking a coin from his pocket. “Heads or tails, pard?”