"Hurry!"
There was a compelling note in Matt's voice that caused Gregory to catch hold of his employer's arm and pull him toward the door.
"He knows what he's talking about, Mr. Tomlinson," said Gregory. "Here's a chance for you to get away, and get back your pearls and the car. The boy has shown that he has pluck and sense, and we'd better do what he says."
This logic overcame Tomlinson's objections, and the two passed out of the hut.
Matt backed after them.
"Ye better leave that gun," called Spangler.
"I'll leave it," answered Matt, "just as soon as it's safe. Where's Hank?"
"Ye'll find him quick enough!" was the grim response.
Getting through the door, Matt turned and hurried after Tomlinson and Gregory.
Tomlinson was bareheaded. He wore an automobile-coat that reached to his heels, but there was no coat or vest underneath it. The missing garments, it seemed clear, had been appropriated by the scheming Trymore.