“Why not?” asked John, scornfully.
The man shivered, and his face seemed even whiter.
“They would think I released you and then let you tie me because I wanted you to get away!”
“You’d be on a spot, then; eh, Mr.—Gagnon!”
“How’d you know my name?”
“Had an idea,” admitted John, withholding the source of that information.
“They’d kill me, boys!” cried the excited and scared gangster.
About that time Dago and his men had emerged from the tunnel and followed a path in the fog to the boat-shed. There they were received in the lighted interior by Nevada and Gallagher.
“We got the yellow-haired kid safely enough. We took him to the ‘waiting room’ and left him with Gagnon. And——”
“Is he there now?” demanded Nevada, sharply.