“I got one, sir—” Another servant dragged the man who had jumped from the veranda.
“Lock him securely until morning,” Senor de Castro ordered.
“All for an empty purse,” Carlos remarked.
“Hey—” There came another shout and a moment later two more men were captured. One had fallen and injured his leg, but the other was unhurt.
“Look after them. Why are you men turning into such devils?”
“To get something you don’t know anything about. That wallet you’ve been trying to kill me for is empty—there isn’t a scrap in it,” Carlos told them. Those who could, looked at him sullenly, but the one who was hurt snarled furiously,
“Maybe it is empty,” he rasped, “and then again, maybe it ain’t, see!”
CHAPTER III
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“Morning, Buddy. What do you suppose that guy meant last night when he said, ‘maybe there wasn’t and maybe there was’ something in that wallet? It got my ailerons flapping,” Bob said as he came into Jim’s room. His Flying Buddy was already half dressed, although no one in the De Castro household was astir at that hour.