In a single year, barring these infernal Carters, every
man of us should be a millionaire."
"But why this sudden fear of the Carters?" growled Dalton, impatiently.
"I'll now tell you why," cried Kilgore, with voice lowered, and an ugly
gleam in his frowning eyes. "We cannot sack Cervera, nor put out her
light, for she's too good and strong a card for us to lose. But in
losing her head over Venner, and jealously doing up that girl to-day,
she has given the Carters a clew by which to track us."
"How so, Dave?" muttered Stall, growing a bit pale.
"Through Venner, of course!" Kilgore forcibly argued. "Until this job of
to-day, Carter has had no definite suspicion of Venner, a possibility
which we headed off with that fake robbery. Now, however, since Cervera
must lie low, and Carter knows of her relations with Venner, he will
suspect the latter and make him a constant mark, in the hope of landing
the girl."
"By Heaven, that's so!" snarled Dalton, quickly seeing the point.
"And that's not the worst of it," added Kilgore. "The moment he suspects
Venner, Carter will connect him with us, and know that that robbery was
a put-up job. Then he'll begin to seek us and our game."
"But how can he locate us?"
"Locate us?" sneered Kilgore, acidly.
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