"Where are the other two?" cried Dennison.
"I'd give a bunch of pay if I knew," answered Harris, very much put out. "We couldn't locate them, and the thing for us to do, Dennison, is to get back to headquarters and use the telegraph and the telephone."
He hurried forward to Brady's side.
"You're in Michigan," said he, "and you're wanted in Illinois. Will you waive requisition?"
"Waive nothing!" shouted Brady. "All you get out of me you'll fight for."
"Personally," said Harris contemptuously, "I don't care a toss-up. We've got you, Brady, and we've got you right. By staying in Michigan until requisition papers are put through you're only delaying a game that can have only one termination."
"Well," was the scowling response, "we'll wait for the termination. Maybe somebody will get fooled before we're at the end of this."
Harris turned away to Matt and Ferral.
"Twitchell, Dennison and I," said he, "will take Brady to Grand Haven and put him in the lockup with Harper. They'll both stand out for requisition, and they'll have to be left on this side of the lake until our governor can get the case before the Michigan executive. Have you looked over the Hawk, Matt?"
"Yes."