Henry at once handed over two large-caliber revolvers, and emptied his pockets of fully half a hundred cartridges. “It's a lucky thing for you, Mister Beveridge,” he said, “that Dick came out just when he did. A minute more and I should have finished you.”
But Beveridge's thoughts were not heading in the same direction. His reply was, “Where's Spencer?”
“Spencer? You didn't get him?”
“No.”
“Then he's in Canada.”
“Oh, I see.” Beveridge turned to Smiley. “Well, Dick, for a man that got things exactly wrong, you came nearer to being right than I should have thought possible.”
As they walked back toward Van Deelen's, Henry fell in with his cousin. “You don't seem very talkative, Dick. Guess I must have surprised you.”
But Dick could not find his voice to reply.
“And you surprised me too, rather. How did you happen to be up here with this man?”
“Then you don't know that he's holding me for Whiskey Jim?” cried Dick.