Cook.
"And all for a man who is plotting against the country," echoed
Riley. "Here you!" he shouted to the other plain-clothes man. "Keep
out of there. The High Ridge police force can't afford to lose more
than one man a day." The fourth detective showed signs of wishing to
follow his comrade.
"If he does rescue that man it'll only be to put him in jail," said Bob.
"Or shoot him more likely," cried Riley angrily.
Breathless they waited for any sign of Donovan. The fire burned more
fiercely every moment, and it seemed incredible that any man could enter
that seething furnace and return alive. The air was filled with sparks
and blazing embers; the smoke mounted heavenward in a thick column which
must have been visible for miles.
Minutes that seemed like hours passed. Hugh and the two detectives
returned from their chase. They had not captured their man.
"We followed him as far as the road," one of them reported. "He had a
motor cycle there and got away from us."
"We'll get him later, never fear," said Sergeant Riley, grimly.
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