You'd be an awful fool not to get yours while you could."
"Of all the impudent punks!" gasped the chief of detectives. His rage was so great that he seemed to be swelling out of his collar. "Listen here, you," he said finally. "I ain't got any more time to waste on you. But I'm givin' you just twenty-four hours to get out of town. And you better go. Get me?"
"Yeah. But that don't mean I'm goin'." And the boy strode out of the office.
Tony went back to O'Hara's saloon with cut lips and murder in his heart, and explained the whole thing to Klondike himself. The gang leader was obviously upset.
"It's bad business, kid," he said slowly. "Flanagan's hard-boiled and he can make life miserable for anybody if he wants to."
"To hell with him!" scoffed Tony. "He ain't so much."
Tony remained in town beyond his allotted time. And he soon discovered that Klondike O'Hara was right. For he found himself involved in a police persecution more complete than he had thought possible. He was halted half a dozen times a day, in O'Hara's place, on the street, any-
