"Who, me?" inquired the "Gunner" innocently. "You got me wrong, mister. I been hunting all day. I ain't seen no one. I ain't fired at nothing. Now it's my turn. What are you guys doin' here with this bunch of Ku Klux Klanners? If it's a stick up, hop to it; and get on your way. You got the drop on us, and they ain't no one to stop you. Get it over with. I'm hungry and want to feed."
"Take the gun away from him," said Capietro, in Galla, to one of his men, "also his pistol," and there was nothing for Danny "Gunner" Patrick, with his hands above his head, to do but submit. Then they sent Obambi, under escort, to be herded with the other black prisoners and ordered the "Gunner" to accompany them to the large fire that blazed in front of Smith's tent and his own.
"Where is your companion?" demanded Capietro.
"What companion?" inquired Danny.
"The man you have been travelling with," snapped the Italian. "Who else would I mean?"
"Search me," replied the "Gunner."
"What you mean by that? You got something concealed upon your person?"
"If you mean money, I ain't got none."
"You did not answer my question," continued Capietro.
"What question?"