In a few minutes Atkins entered and saluted.
Jennings, after drinking the fiery spirit, felt much better,
and was fairly steady on his legs. "Did you see any women
amongst the men we took?" he asked.
"No, sir," replied the other, "there were five men. Two are
wounded--one slightly, and the other--Hale--severely.
He wants to make a confession to you, and I have sent to the
office for a clerk to take down his words. Dr. Slane says he
will not live till morning."
"He will cheat the law, I suppose," said Jennings, "give me
your arm, Atkins. I want to visit the factory."
"Are you strong enough, sir?"
"Quite strong enough. Don't bother," replied the other as a
twinge of pain made him wince. "We've made a good haul this
time."
"You'll say that, sir, when you see the factory. It is the
most complete thing of its kind."
"Tell the clerk when he arrives not to take down Hale's
confession till I arrive. I won't be more than a quarter of
an hour. Give me your arm when you return."
Atkins departed on his errand, and Jennings sat down,
wondering what had become of Maraquito. He made sure she
would go to the factory, as being a place of refuge which the
police would find hard to discover. But, apparently, she had
taken earth in some other crib belonging to the gang.
However, he would have all the ports watched, and she would
find it hard to escape abroad. Maraquito was so striking a
woman that it was no easy matter for her to disguise herself.
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