"Why so?"
"Old Spicer, the sharpest detective on top of this earth, is on his track and yours."
"The deuce he is!"
"I'm giving it to you straight, young man."
"What in thunder shall I do?"
"Warn Chamberlain in some way, and then dig—that's my advice."
Killett waited to hear no more; but, quietly slipping out of the little room, he went to the bar, paid for his punch and left the saloon.
Outside he found Stark and Rouse, and after a few hurried words with them and a rapid glance around, he hastened away.