“Yes, take them. Oh, but I am glad to be rid of them. What a ghastly look they have.”
“I don't care for their looks. I am right glad to see them—they are a clew and no mistake. Keep dark to-night. Don't tell this to Ede—he is a good fellow but chatters too much—let me work it out. I'll find the late owner double quick,” said Jem, with a somewhat brutal laugh.
“Your orders about the prisoners, captain?” cried Ede, coming up.
Robinson reflected.
“Turn them all loose—but one.”
“And what shall I do with him?”
“Hum! Put a post up in your own tent.”
“Yes.”
“Tie him to it in his handcuffs. Give him food enough.”
“And when shall we loose him?”