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"Is he to come to the Tavern with them? Or am I to meet him--"
"Good Lord!" he gulped. Here was a contingency he had not considered.
Where and when would Sprouse appear with his booty? "I--I fancy we'll
find him waiting for us at the Tavern."
"But had you no understanding?"
"Er--tentatively." The perspiration started on his brow.
"They will guard the Tavern so closely that we will never be able to
get away from the place," she said, and he detected a querulous note
in her voice.
"Now don't you worry about that," he said stoutly.
"I love the comforting way you have of saying things," she murmured,
and he felt her body relax.
For reasons best known to himself, he failed to respond to this
interesting confession. He was thinking of something else: his amazing
stupidity in not foreseeing the very situation that now presented
itself. Why had he neglected to settle upon a meeting place with
Sprouse in the event that circumstances forced them to part company in
flight? Fearing that she would pursue the subject, he made haste to
branch off onto another line.
"What is the real object of the conspiracy up there, Miss Cameron?"
"You must bear with me a little longer, Mr.
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