Eileen led him outside.
Phil and Brenchfield were then alone.
“Damn you, for an interloping jail-breaker! I’ll fix you for this before you’re much older,” growled the Mayor.
“Damn all you like,” answered Phil, “but one word of any kind from you of what has happened here to-night and you are the man who will be trying to break jail. Keep your mouth shut, and we are square on what has happened. Say as much as a word and––well,––it’s up to you.”
“Oh, you go to hell!” exclaimed Brenchfield.
CHAPTER XVII
Wayward Langford’s Grand Highland Fling
Jim Langford did not make an appearance until breakfast time that morning, and then there was dirt on his clothes, fire in his eyes and venom on his tongue.