Ochiltree began to squirm uneasily in his chair.
"Luck again!" muttered Harris exultantly. "Keep Ochiltree covered, Dennison, and be sure he doesn't open his mouth to call a warning. I'll take care of Harper. He's one of the gang and can give us a line on Brady."
Harris stole noiselessly to the door. Matt likewise crowded up close to it on the other side.
The instant Harper rapped, Harris flung the door open, and he and Matt grabbed the astounded caller and dragged him into the room.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
THE LINE ON BRADY.
Harper's astonishment was so profound as to be ludicrous. Naturally he could not recognize Harris, even as being a policeman, but he could hardly fail to be astounded at seeing Matt and Ferral.
With a revolver in his hand, Harris drove Harper into a chair beside Ochiltree.
"What—what's the meanin' o' this?" asked Harper, in faltering tones, his bewildered eyes roaming from Matt to Ferral, and then to Ochiltree.