“Right-O,” Jim answered, as they got to their feet. They were led close to the wall instead of straight across the space, and presently the four were standing in the glow of the fire, which cast fantastic shadows about their feet. Gordon and Cardow eyed them blackly.
“Looks like a shower,” Jim informed them cheerfully.
“You’ll think it’s a harder storm than that,” Gordon shot back at him.
“That will do, Arthur, I am conducting this questionnaire. Is this the boy you had tied up?”
“Yes, it is.”
“That’s all I want to know.” He turned to Arto. “Who are you?”
“I am Arto Carlos de Gonzalas; this gentleman is my brother Pedro, and his wife,” Arto presented his family as ceremoniously as his hand-cuffed wrist permitted.
“Which of you conceived the idea of going to that dry fork of the river to-day?” Cardow demanded.
“I—”
“The project was mine, senor,” Pedro spoke up quickly.