“Possibly.”
“But more likely ’t was something to do with public matters?”
“Well?”
“What would you give to catch them as was concerned in the killing of the post-riders?”
Not a motion or sound did Jack give to betray himself. “That lies outside of my work,” he said. “’T is the business of the secret service.”
“Do you mean that, if I can put you in the way of laying hands on the whole gang, you won’t do it?”
“If you choose to tell me what you know, I’ll report it, for what it ’s worth, to headquarters, and General Washington will take such actions as he judges fit.”
“There won’t be time for that,” asserted Joe. “It’s to-morrow the thing ’s to be played.”
“What thing?”
“The robbing of the mail.”