"Hark! There's a carriage."
Nick glanced from the front window.
"A landau!" he muttered, with grim satisfaction. "Yes, and with Spotty Dalton on the seat. I know him, despite his disguise. Come on, Chick! There's rough work to be done in the next two hours."
CHAPTER XIX.
HANDS SHOWED DOWN.
Spotty Dalton stood at the door of the open carriage when Nick and Chick emerged from the house, still clad in the character of Hindoos.
"Are you sent here by Mr. Venner?" inquired Nick.
Dalton touched the cloth cap drawn low over his brow, and stroked his dark, false beard as he replied:
"Yes, sir," said he, half in his throat. "You're the interpreter, I take it."