Amazement overran Dago’s face as Cowboy grinned.
“He is—Dago!”
Dago ran a thick forefinger slowly round his neckband while perspiration stood out in big beads on his red forehead! Slowly and deliberately he swallowed.
“Yer kiddin’, Boss!”
“This ain’t no time fer kiddin’, Dago! We gotta get rid of the kids and Sandborn.”
“‘Sandborn?’” Dago asked slowly and distinctly.
“Yeh, you see, the yellow-haired kid is really—a G-man’s son!”
“No wonder the kid helped get Hogan!” said Dago. “With his old man a dick!”
Cowboy put his feet down on the floor.
“We got work to do, Dago. First we gotta get rid of our guests, then we gotta get ready for Hegarty. He’s due Wednesday night ’stead of Thursday!”