leaves, the boy made out the forms of three men—and the foremost of them was Bill Cosgrieve.
"—prob'ly up Cameron Crick, now," the outlaw was saying. "Him an', that kid they've took onto the force. I seen him in Dawson, an' he slipped down river in a speed boat. When I come down river yeste'day the speed boat was tied up in front of the police cabin—but the cabin was empty. Crane'll keep an' eye on 'em though. He'd ort to report today."
"Le's tote this here cargo to the cache, an' git shet of it," suggested one of the others. Cosgrieve turned on him fiercely:
"Who's runnin' this outfit—me, or you?" he rasped, and then, to the other man: "Come on, High Light, me an' you's goin to the cache an' git breakfast. You stay an' make the boat fast, McCarty, an' when she's ready, I'll fire three shots an' you come on up. Then you an' High Light go back an' stay with the boat, an' I'll slip down on Cameron an' see if them p'lice has got through nosin' around. Doggone 'em! They can't leave a man turn an honest dollar! But they've got to git up early in the mornin' to git Bill Cosgrieve—an' you c'n bet your sweet life on
