ten minutes,
bo, nip out through here and hike; wait for me at the lamp-post across
the lot over there--it'll be safer. D'ye get me?"

"I do!" nodded Ravenslee.

"I guess you'd be less of a fool if you was to get out now an'
wait--outside!" Spider suggested.

Ravenslee shook his head.

"I'll wait here," said he, "there are times when I can be as big a fool
as the next, Spider, and this is one of them."

"That's so!" nodded the Spider, and chewing viciously, he turned and was
gone, to be hailed a few minutes later in uproarious greeting by many
discordant voices which died slowly to a droning hum above which came
sounds more distant, shouts and cheers from the auditorium.

Left alone, Ravenslee looked about him, and then espied a newspaper that
lay upon the desk. Idly taking it up, his gaze was attracted by these
words, printed in large black letters:

NOTORIOUS CRIMINAL RUN TO EARTH JACOB HEINE THE GUN-MAN ARRESTED IN
JERSEY CITY

Below in small type he read this:

Jacob Heine, believed to be the perpetrator of several mysterious
shooting affrays, and member of a dangerous West Side gang, was
arrested to-day.

The light being dim, Ravenslee drew closer to the lamp, and standing
thus against the light, his face was in shadow--also his long figure
was silhouetted upon the opposite wall, plain to be seen by any one
opening the door. Suddenly, as he stood with head bent above the paper,
this door opened suddenly, and M'Ginnis entered; he also held a paper,
and now he spoke without troubling to lift his scowling gaze from the
printed column he was scanning:

"That you, Lefty? Here's a hell of a mix-up--that dog-gone fool Heine's
got himself pinched--and in Jersey City too! I told him t' stay around
here till things was quiet! It's goin' t' be a hell of a job t' fix
things for him over there--'t ain't like N' York. But we got t' fix
things for him or chance him squealing on th' rest of us, but what beats
me is--"

M'Ginnis's teeth clicked together, and the paper tore suddenly between
his hands as, glancing up at last, he beheld two keen, grey eyes that
watched him and a mouth, grim and close-lipped, that curled in the smile
Spider didn't like.

For a long, tense moment they stood motionless, eye to eye, then,
reaching behind him, M'Ginnis locked the door, and drawing out the key,
thrust it into his pocket.

"So--I got ye at last--have I?" said he slowly.

"And I've got you," said Ravenslee pleasantly; "we