“Oh, it hurt you, did it?” sneered the taunting fellow. “Well, you may get hurt worse than that before the night is over.”
“I suppose you contemplate murdering me, Darleton,” said Frank, his voice steady.
Immediately the other snatched off his mask, exposing the face of Fred Darleton.
“I’m willing you should know me,” he said. “You do not know any of the others.”
“I am quite confident that your chum, Grant Hardy, is one of them.”
“You can’t pick him out. You couldn’t swear to it.”
“If you put me out of the way, like the brave men you are, I’ll not be able to swear to anything.”
“Oh, we’re not going to murder you, you fool!”
“You surprise me!”
“But I have had you brought here in order that I may square my account with you.”