“Do you think Henry has told us the truth?” Nicky demanded, under his breath.
Cliff considered the question.
“I don’t know,” he said finally. “What makes you ask?”
“Why is he so anxious for us to go on?”
“To save time, as Andy argued.”
“Maybe to save something else?”
“What?” Cliff whispered, shuddering, “I don’t understand. Save what?”
“His neck, maybe. Suppose he found out where the man is—and then——”
He did not finish his sentence, but Cliff shivered and grew very thoughtful. Finally he spoke.
“I don’t trust him much. I wish we knew—the facts!”