Instantly the suspicions of the man with the corpse-like hand were aroused.
“What are you two rascals up to?” he demanded harshly. “Speak up, both of you!”
“Look here, Mr. Jarvis,” said Bill, wagging his head. “We opine we’ve done a good turn for you to-night.”
“You were paid for it.”
“Paid!” snarled the disguised desperado. “Paid for that job! Well, I should say not! Why, Mr. Jarvis, we know a thing or two—eh, Sam?”
“Sure, Bill,” agreed Sam from the doorway.
“We know that kid is a heap valuable to you. We know he is a lost heir and he can make you a lot of trouble.”
The face of the man called Jarvis hardened and his eyes grew dangerous.
“You fools!” he said in a low tone. “What are you trying to do? What do you want?”
“We want more money,” asserted Bill gruffly. “And we’re going to get it, too!”