We 've got to wait for those prisoners--and lock 'em up.

I 'll be getting my car warmed up to take us to the tunnel." Anita already was at the 'phone, and Fairchild sank into a chair, watching her with luminous eyes.

The world was becoming brighter; it might be night, with a blizzard blowing, to every one else,--but to Fairchild the sun was shining as it never had shone before.

A thumping sound came from without.

Harry entered with his two charges, followed shortly by Bardwell, the sheriff, while just beneath the office window a motor roared in the process of "warming up." The sheriff looked from one to the other of the two men.
"These people have made charges against you," he said shortly.