"Neen," said Peter a third time. "Deadt, you stay deadt. Perhaps Bob gets away from them some time. Better he be with Murray than he be deadt."
"Intelligently logical," commented Murray. "I commend the sentiment to you, Nephew Robert."
Peter's little eyes glinted toward him.
"I go with Bob," he said.
"No, no," denied Murray quickly. "You were not invited, friend Peter."
"If I don't go, Robert don't go," replied Peter. "Andt you don't go. Perhaps I don't kill you, but if there is shooting you don't get away. Ja!"
Murray contemplated this speech.
"Your proposition then," he said, "is that you insist upon sharing my nephew's new career or else will endeavor to secure the deaths of all of us, including his and your own?"
"Ja!" answered Peter.
"You may come," decided my great-uncle. "Your muscles should prove useful. John, I fancy we shall require triple bonds on this prisoner."