CHAPTER XV.
FRANK’S FRIGHTFUL PERIL.
Dugan laughed, showing his yellow teeth.
“Oh, I’ve got ye!” he declared, triumphantly—“I’ve got ye foul this time!”
“It looks that way,” admitted Frank, coolly. “Now you have me, what are you going to do with me?”
“Don’t git anxious; you’ll find out soon enough.”
Frank was watching the man narrowly, hoping to catch him off his guard, and the smuggler seemed to realize this, for he said:
“Don’t try any tricks. You can get your pistol out mighty quick, but I can pull a trigger before you can pull the pistol. I’ll drop you where you stand if you try it!”
Frank started in to talk to the man, hoping to obtain an advantage that way, but again Dugan seemed to read his thoughts.