Edith had been with Blanche, contrary to expectation, and she had been dosed to prevent her from interfering, but was to be sent back to the city.
Patsy’s plan was made in an instant—a plan to spoil the plan that had been carefully laid.
He waited until Masson got out of the coach and had lifted Blanche out.
Then he sprang into full view, both revolvers leveled.
“Hold!” he cried. “Put that lady down!”
“What!” shouted Masson. “What the deuce! Moore, look to that fellow!”
The driver made a movement as if to get off his box.
“Jim Grady!” cried Patsy; “if you stir, I’ll put a ball into you and pull you in beside for that job of two nights ago!”
“Heavens!” cried the driver, “it’s Patsy Murphy!”
He jumped from his box and ran like a deer. Meanwhile Masson was raving like a madman, calling on Moore to shoot the young detective.