“Senor, I ask you, for the last time, what did you do with the money?”
“And I refuse to tell you a word.”
“Did you understand that I was asking for the last time?”
“Yes!”
Hal fairly hurled the short, defiant retort.
As Senor Vasquez realized that it was too late for parley, he raised his voice, shouting:
“Pedro! Jose!”
Instantly the door opened. Vasquez’s four agents filed into the room.
“Bind the pig! Gag him!” directed the Spaniard, tremulously.
These orders were swiftly carried out, for, though Hal Maynard struggled manfully, he was like clay in the hands of so many desperate fellows. Weights were tied to his feet.