“He knows that I am here after Tim Benson!”
“I see.”
“And you’ll see that I’m right, if you arrest Mrs. Joe,” Dane declared, confidently. “That’s what I want you to do; and the sooner the better.”
“Why your hurry?”
“It will keep other fellows from being held up and killed by that couple,” he explained suavely.
The scout sat looking at him.
“This gives me a new idea,” he said.
“I thought it would.”
“For one thing”—he still looked at Dane—“I think I ought to arrest you; but—hold on, the door is locked, remember!—I am not going to do it—right now.”