"That's right, too," admitted Dalton.
"Will Pylotte undertake this sort of a job, think you?" inquired Matt Stall.
"Will he?" rejoined Kilgore, with an ugly gleam in his determined eyes. "He will, or—well, you know! Yes, Matt, he will; and he's just the man for the job."
The vicious significance with which he spoke plainly indicated that, though Cervera may have ruled her own roost, there was but one chief of this gang, and that was Mr. David Kilgore.
He turned sharply about in his chair, and cried:
"Here you, Pylotte! Come and give us your ear! I have work for you to-night!"
Both Pylotte and Cervera quickly turned and hastened to join the gang at the table.
For twenty minutes Kilgore's project for outwitting and securing Nick Carter was earnestly discussed, and every detail of the plan carefully laid.
Then the four men stole quietly out of the house in company.
It then was a little after midnight.