Waters stepped to the door and, opening it carefully, looked out and came back.
"It's all right out there. No one in sight," said he. "Now go on."
"I say," resumed Old Broadbrim, "the man who killed Custer Kipp—that's the name, isn't it?—that man, I say, is still uncaught."
"Good! And we'll catch him."
"Don't be so fast. Cool down."
"I will control my nerves. Only don't keep me in suspense."
"Not for long, Waters. We can get twenty thousand dollars for the delivery of that man in New York."
It nearly took away Waters' breath, but he remained cool.
"We'll go together," he said. "We will play our hand against the accomplished rascal, and we'll go back to Perth as soon as possible, and begin the hunt for him."
"Why not begin it here?" said Old Broadbrim.