“Alice!” Johnny was looking into the little Canadian’s eyes. He was thinking, “What if that machine gun had stuttered just once!”
When he realized that in the face of death Alice had followed him into the night, he wanted awfully to cry, then to seize the little Canadian and kiss her on both cheeks. Being a modest youth, he merely flushed and did neither the one nor the other, which was just as well, since Alice could understand blushes quite as readily as tears and other things.
CHAPTER XXV
THE WHISPERER TALKS
Routing out a farmer a half mile north of the Captain’s old home, Drew Lane got the local sheriff on the wire and told him what had been done. An hour later the four prisoners were behind bars in the county jail, and Iggy the Snake, who had put an end to a half-score of useful men, was in the morgue.
The clock was striking midnight when Drew got Captain Burns on the wire.
“What luck?” he asked the Captain with a voice hard to control.
“Some luck, Drew,” the Captain answered. “Tell you about it later. Thought I had something more. It went up like old St. Nick’s reindeers, straight into thin air!”
“Drive out early in the morning.” There was suppressed animation in Drew’s tone. “We got some Christmas presents for you.”
“Not what we been after?”
“The same.”