“Blue!”
“Green!”
“Yellow!”
“Who’s there?”
The thief, believing now that they had been betrayed, was very careful.
“Me and Crackers,” was the reply he got.
“Come in—you!” exclaimed Brodie, swinging the door open.
“Crackers,” said Tambourine Jack, addressing the mongrel, “we don’t seem to be very welcome here to-night.”
Jack was a very valuable member of the gang and, notwithstanding his small size and queer ways, there were no large jobs undertaken in which he was not an active worker.
“Anything in the bottles?” asked the visitor, before placing one of them to his lips.