But till the work is done we say nothing."
"There are half a dozen about here that I have a word to say to,"
said McMurdo, with an oath. "I suppose it isn't Jack Knox of
Ironhill that you are after. I'd go some way to see him get his
deserts."
"No, it's not him yet."
"Or Herman Strauss?"
"No, nor him either."
"Well, if you won't tell us we can't make you; but I'd be glad to
know."
Lawler smiled and shook his head. He was not to be drawn.
In spite of the reticence of their guests, Scanlan and McMurdo
were quite determined to be present at what they called "the
fun." When, therefore, at an early hour one morning McMurdo
heard them creeping down the stairs he awakened Scanlan, and the
two hurried on their clothes. When they were dressed they found
that the others had stolen out, leaving the door open behind
them. It was not yet dawn, and by the light of the lamps they
could see the two men some distance down the street. They
followed them warily, treading noiselessly in the deep snow.
The boarding house was near the edge of the town, and soon they
were at the crossroads which is beyond its boundary.
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