Kate’s eyes were alight with the warmest interest. She became further excited.
“It’s smart,” she cried enthusiastically. “They’re—they’re a clever set of rascals.” Then, for a moment, she thought. “Of course, you must get that boat. What a sell for them when you let the wagon go free. Say, it’s—it’s the greatest fun ever.”
Fyles smilingly agreed. This woman’s delight in the upsetting of the “runners” plans was very pleasant to him. There could be no doubt as to her sympathies being with him. If only she weren’t concerned for Bryant he could have enjoyed the situation to the full.
Suddenly she looked up into his face with just a shade of anxiety.
“But this—informer,” she said earnestly. “They’ll—kill him.”
Fyles laughed.
“He’ll be over the border before they’re wise, and they’ll be held safe—anyway.”
Kate agreed.
“I’d forgotten that,” she said thoughtfully. Then she gave a shiver of disgust. “I—I loathe an informer.”
“Everybody with any sense of honor—must,” agreed Fyles. “Informer? I’d sooner shake hands with a murderer. And yet we have to deal and bargain with them—in our work.”