He found a hiding place and
passed a full hour of anxiety, indeed, a mental strain that
would have turned a less nervy man gray.
The agony, however, passed, and he escaped discovery, and
heard one of the fellows say:
He is not in here, that is certain."
"You're mistaken, Charley," muttered the detective to himself,
in a spirit of reckless facetiousness,
Ike Denman appeared to be completely disheartened, and he
said:
"I tell you, my good fellows, we're in trouble; that man has
got away."
"What will you do?"
"There is only one thing for me to do; I must go to New York
and report the situation at headquarters."
"We can get the goods away."
"It's easy to say we can get the goods away, but where will we
take them?"
"We can load the 'Nancy' down with the most valuable of them."
"That is a good idea, but you cannot get to work until
to-night."
"We can start in to-night."
"Where will you run her when she's loaded?"
"We can run outside and communicate."
"Do that, and meantime I will go on to New York. There is a
one o'clock train from the station on the other side. I will
go on that train."
"And we are to load the 'Nancy' to-night"
"Yes."
The detective overheard the whole of the above conversation,
and great drops of perspiration came out upon his forehead.
He was in a bad fix after all. Should Denman get to New York
ahead of him, he would lose his best grip after all.
Something must be done. He must get over to the mainland
before one o'clock, in time to take the train with Denman, at
all hazards.
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