“Won’t get?” demanded Gaines, in ludicrous alarm.
“That’s my view of it, Gaines. There’s something wrong with Don Ramon. After what he’s done, I’m positive that he told us a pretty tall yarn. Let me out of here!”
“Sorry, but it ain’t to be thought of—just yet. When you and Dick will promise to go with us, and not make any trouble, we’ll let you out.”
“Looks as though we’d have to go with you whether we wanted to or not, you old pirate!” cried Dick.
“Aren’t you with us, Dick?” called Gaines, in a pleading voice. “We hate to have the two of you against us.”
“With you,” whooped Dick, “and against Bob! Well, I should say not! You’re a lot of blooming beach combers to act in this way.”
“But you thought the don’s proposition was all right.”
“Never mind what I thought of the don or his proposition—it’s what Bob thought about it that concerns me. Oh, you’re a nice lot, you are! If you know when you’re well off, you’ll haul that don out of the conning tower and put him in double irons; then you’ll let Bob and me out of here and obey orders. It’s not too late yet to undo the trouble you’ve caused. Just let that bounce around in your head for a while and see what you make of it.”
“We’re in this thing now, and we’re going to hang to it,” was the dogged response.
Gaines turned away and the two chums could hear him moving off. Bob went over to his cot and sat down.