She shot
through the lobby, past the staring telephone girl, and into the
street, and there settled down into steady running, her elbows
close to her sides, trying to remember to breathe slowly and evenly.
She must get home somehow, get the envelope and follow the
directions inside. Her thoughts raced with her. It was almost
eleven o'clock and Willy had been gone for hours. She tried to
pray, but the words did not come.
CHAPTER XXXIX
At something after seven o'clock that night Willy Cameron and Pink
Denslow reached that point on the Mayville Road which had been
designated by the storekeeper, Cusick. They left the car there,
hidden in a grove, and struck off across country to the west. Willy
Cameron had been thoughtful for some time, and as they climbed a
low hill, going with extreme caution, he said:
"I'm still skeptical about Cusick, Pink. Do you think he's
straight?"
"One of the best men we've got," Pink replied, confidently. "He's
put us on to several things."
"He's foreign born, isn't he?"
"That's his value. They don't suspect him for a minute."
"But--what does he get out of it?"
"Good citizen," said Pink, with promptness.
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