"Traitor is a wrong term," said Jack; "we are not sworn to share such confidences as yours. We shall leave you now, but——"
"Stop!"
They were moving towards the entrance when Lenoir sprang before them, and whipped out a brace of revolvers.
The position grew exciting and unpleasant.
"Stand out of the way, and let us pass," exclaimed Jack, impetuously.
"Don't come any nearer," said Lenoir, with quiet determination, "for I warn you that it would be dangerous. You can't move from this place until you have made terms with me."
"I for one will have nothing whatever to say to you," said Jack, haughtily. "I don't care to bargain with a coiner."
With his old foolhardy way he was stepping forward, in peril of his very life.
Lenoir was a desperate man, in a desperate strait.
His finger trembled upon the trigger.