"Yes, and the compartment, too! I came out to look over that cut tire, and thought I'd make sure the stuff was safe"
"We're up against it, that's all." Gramont compressed his lips for a moment. Then he straightened up and clapped the other on the shoulder. "Buck up! I never thought of suspecting you, old fellow. Someone must have been watching us last night, eh?"
"The guy that trailed you yesterday, most like," agreed Hammond, dourly. "It ain't hard to break into this place, and any one could open that compartment with a hairpin."
"Well, you're saved a trip into the country."
"You think they got us, cap'n? What can we do?"
"Do?" Gramont shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Nothing except to wait and see what happens next! If you want to run, I'll give you enough money to land you in New York or Frisco"
"Run—hell!" Hammond sniffed in scorn. "What d'you think I am—a boche? I'll stick."
"Good boy." Gramont turned toward the house. "Come along in and get breakfast,
