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He could hear a sound of husky voices and a tramp of quick feet from aft. What was going on, between the captain and Wynn, on one side, and Katz, on the other, was a mystery. Clancy did not waste time in any guessing, but grabbed up the satchel and started with it on his return up the companion stairs. But he only started.
"Hogan and Wynn were in the room, and they just laughed at me. 'You're easier'n Burton was, Wynn says. 'Hogan and I are leavin' the harbor to-night, he says, 'and we're takin' the hull fifteen thousand with us. Good night, and happy dreams, Katz, he winds up, then puts out the light, locks the front door, and leaves me to strangle to death." Katz turned his head and spat contemptuously.
In that case, these cheap flatties would geezle him and make for the Union Pacific railroad without stopping to say good-by to the hills. And once they get to the railroad, it's all off with the young man in Chicago who is soon to be tried for murder." While the boys discussed the situation, Katz caught sight of the moving figure in the entrance to the cavern.
"Put your hands to your back. Clancy, get another piece o' that rope and make Hogan's arms fast." Clancy put down the satchel and followed his companion's orders. "Now sit down, Hogan!" snapped Katz, "What's your scheme?" demanded the captain. "To put you out o' the runnin'. Drop on the deck. I tell you!" Katz flourished the revolver, as he spoke.
Van Home and Lieut. Katz with eight enlisted Medical detachment men. Lieut. Goodnight with twenty or thirty Ambulance men had just arrived at this place. Eight sick and wounded Americans were being treated in hospital. Arranged for two more rooms so capacity of hospital might be increased.
During the evening the boys taking the lead made by Tommy told numerous stories of train-robberies and murders in the mountains as they sat around the campfire. Katz listened attentively to them all and more than once the lads saw him involuntarily reach a hand back to his pistol pocket. On such occasions they nudged each other joyfully.
"I am Joseph J. Katz, detective of Chicago, and this is Edward E. Cullen, my associate. We are here under protection of the laws of your state, in quest of a fugitive from justice and I protest against this outrage." "Where are your extradition papers?" demanded the sheriff. "We don't usually get extradition papers until we get the man," scoffed Katz.
No one was on deck to hail the dinghy, and Katz brought the small boat to a stop under the Sylvia's side, and at the foot of a short ladder that was lashed to the rail. Clancy laid hold of the ladder, and, with little noise, gained the deck. Some one started out from the shadow of a deck awning and stepped toward him. "Is that you, Lewis?" the man asked.
As Tommy spoke he turned to where the two robbers lay and gave a very grave and significant wink. "They belong to our gang, all right enough," one of the outlaws stated, remembering various indignities they had received at the hands of detectives. "That's a lie!" thundered Katz. "Lie nothing!" replied the outlaw.
"You ought to know that, if you're an officer." "I mean your authority from the Governor of Illinois," said Sheriff Pete angrily. "You can wire to the Chief of Police at Chicago, and see if what we say is not true," Katz answered. "But your papers," insisted the Sheriff. "They were to be forwarded to us," replied Katz. "I don't believe they're detectives at all!" Tommy cut in.
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