"They are more likely to stand him up against a wall and shoot him.

When the lieutenant comes back we'll see what can be done about it." "But why should the Greasers want to capture Ned Nestor ?" demanded Jimmie.

"You said they might have mistaken Fremont for Ned." "I can imagine that the man responsible for this gathering is interested in papers Nestor has," was the reply.
Jimmie and the drummer were now advised to get what sleep they could, the guards explaining that they were "expecting company," and that the talking might frighten the prospective callers away.
It was now nearing midnight, and Jimmie tried hard to lose himself in sleep, but, tired as he was, this seemed to be impossible.

Fremont might be in deadly peril, and Nestor and Shaw were still unaccountably absent.

His idea now was that the secret service man had advanced the correct theory regarding the abduction of Fremont.