So probable did this supposition seem to Jack that he decided to join
the men and ask what the danger was. Caution, however, prompted him to
reconnoitre by peeping around the corner before stepping into the
open. The next moment he was thankful he had done so. For, as he
looked, one of the two struck a match and held it in cupped hands to a
cigarette, and Jack saw the man was Remedios.
Drawing his head back quickly, Jack leaned against the building,
trying to compose his thoughts. What was Remedios doing here? Not many
hours before he had foiled the plan of the traitorous Mexican
chauffeur to deliver him and his friends to the enemy. Was Tom, the
ex-cowboy, on guard at the radio plant, a traitor? Jack could not
believe it.
Footsteps were approaching from around the corner. Jack looked around
wildly. There was no shelter near enough to which to flee. He whipped
out his automatic, flung himself down alongside the wall, and waited.
Two men appeared, but instead of rounding the corner they moved
straight ahead. They were in earnest, but low-voiced conversation.
They did not see him.
Jack stifled an exclamation. The man with Remedios was Rollins, his
father's trusted assistant. So stunned was Jack at the revelation that
he did not strain to overhear what they were saying.
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