Sutton stepped from the copse and called gently. Herkimer stopped his running, wheeled around, then loped toward him.
"Mr. Sutton, sir…"
"Yes, Herkimer."
"We've got to run for it."
"Yes," said Sutton, "I suppose we have. I walked into a trap. There were three of them laying for me."
"It's worse than that," said Herkimer. "It's not only the Revisionists and Morgan, but it's Adams, too."
"Adams?"
"Adams has given orders that you be killed on sight."
Sutton stiffened. "How do you know?" he snapped.
"The girl," said Herkimer. "Eva. The one you asked about. She told me."