“Yeh, we got-a plenty lead for the typewriters, Boss!” Dago informed him.
“Sure?”
“You bet! Say, you don’t s’pose this Hegarty guy might try to-a spring-a the surprise——?”
Cowboy regarded Dago with a grin.
“Getting nervous, Dago?”
Dago scowled.
“Me? Naw!”
Cowboy reached for another black cigar, lit it leisurely, puffed once or twice, and then leaned back in his chair, shifting his feet to the desk top.
“Hegarty may try anything,” said he, quietly, “so just be on the lookout. You better post plenty of guards, Dago. Wan, you stay here and take some notes. Gallagher and I gotta ring the bakeries in on our service!”
Dago took Butch along to make the rounds of the Island, and they placed men at strategic points so that anyone attempting to surprise them from the sea would receive a warm and metallic reception! They thought themselves pretty smart in their plans, but two boys and a number of ordinary-appearing young men hovered in the darkness close by, gathering all information that could be figured out from the low toned conversation of Dago and the men.