“Tell you later.
“We’ve to go up along the Kelowna Road, case any of them double back and try that way. They’ve got a hell of a haul among them. We’ll be coverin’ nearly every road, for Downie has scared up a bunch and is off up the B.X. route. McConnachie got three with him on to the Landing. Thompson, the Government Agent, is away hell-for-leather with Morrison on the Coldcreek Road.
“Gee!––but it’ll be great dope if I land them.”
“It will be further promotion and highly commended,” remarked Phil.
Howden grinned, but the grin could only be surmised by the others, for it was dark just preceding the dawn. They cantered quickly up the hill and on to the level winding road cut along the side of the hills, with the endless 374 ranges on the right and a sheer drop into the Kalamalka Lake on the immediate left.
“But how did they pull it off, Howden? Didn’t the bank have a watchman on the premises?”
“Sure they had!––that greasy Chink, Ah Sing, and half a dozen black cats.”
Jim laughed.
“We found Sing gagged and tied up to one of the big desks.”
Jim whistled.