Vasquez’s black eyes snapped dangerously.
“I have only to say the word,” he suggested.
Hal was playing a desperate game. The thought drove some of the color from his cheeks.
“Will you tell me where the money is?” insisted the Spaniard.
“Suppose that I did not know, how could I tell you?”
Vasquez snorted impatiently, then beckoned to one of the leaders of the mob, who quickly approached.
“Your last chance, Senor Maynard,” whispered the Spaniard.
“I can tell you nothing.”
As Hal uttered these words he expected to be handed over to the Spanish mob.
To his surprise Vasquez’s manner swiftly changed.