o long as he kept them, he had as
much to fear from the police as from Daly's gang. But he did not mean
to give them up just yet.

His duty to the State was plain, but he was frankly determined to save
his comrade first, and imagined that he could do so, although the thing
would be difficult. For all that, Daly must be forced to keep
Lawrence's secret. Then he had, to some extent, discredited Daly with
his accomplice by informing Graham that he was engaged upon some
profitable private business. It looked as if Graham did not know what
the fellow's object was; after all, the gang might not trust each other
very far. The trouble was that Daly might not be easily found, and in
the meantime Foster had two dangers to guard against; but he meant to
be careful, and to tell the police all he knew as soon as he had dealt
with Daly.

Nothing indicated that they were followed on their way to the Central
Station, where Foster left Pete outside and ascertained that a train
would shortly start for Carlisle. He would have liked to travel by it,
since he expected to find Daly near the western Border. Besides, it
was prudent to leave Newcastle as soon as he could, since his injured
hand made him easily distinguishable and Graham had run to the
telephone. The latter would not have let him take the papers without a
struggle had he not some plan of getting them back. Foster did not
know how many accomplices Graham had, but imagined he had to deal with
a well-organized gang, who would find it much easier to watch the
railway than the lonely moors between it and the Cheviots. Making his
way through a crowd on a busy platform, he left the station by another
door, where he met Pete, whom he had sent round. It was possible that
these precautions were needless, but he did not mean to take any risk
he could avoid.

"Where will ye be for the noo?" Pete asked.

"The head of Liddesdale, to begin with. But I don't know yet if we'll
go west by the old military road, or across the moors. It will depend
upon whether the fellow I went to see gets upon my track."

Pete's eyes twinkled. "It will be a clever man who tracks us when we
tak' the heather. But have ye the papers ye went tae steal?"

"I have. If they're what I think and I can keep them safe until I use
them, they're worth twenty pounds to you."

"Aweel," said Pete, "I'll feel mair sure o' the money when we win oot
o' the toon. It's ower full o' polls, and my talents are n