“You are mistaken, Hall, it is not Benny the Bum, but Jack Weeden, at your service,” said the voice.
As he stepped out into the light of a lantern that the leader carried, Jack Weeden looked like the old tramp that had been on the side of the road when the fight began that afternoon.
His make-up was wonderful, and when he commenced to talk, as the tramp had done in the afternoon, the gang were more surprised than ever, as none of them had seen their leader in the disguise before, and, although they had had orders to obey the tramp, they did not know who he was until now.
Hall laughed at how his chief had fooled him, and the others could hardly restrain a cheer at the cleverness of the man who ruled them.
“What orders have you to give us now?” asked the leader.
“I want you to find Nick Carter, and when you do——”
“All right, sir, we will do the rest.”
“But where did he go?”
“He left in the motor car with the inspector, and he will probably go to some doctor’s.”
“Part of you fellows stay here and attend to the men who are hurt, and the rest of you go to where Nick Carter has taken the inspector, which you will probably find is the first doctor on the road as you enter Brooklyn.”