"You cannot go back!" he said, using positiveness in his argument; "that is, not for awhile. You'd have all Deadwood down on us in a jiffy. I'll give you work in the shaft, at three dollars a day. You can accept that offer, or submit to confinement until I see fit to set you at liberty."
"And my companion, here—?"
"I will place under the charge of Miss Anita for the present, where she will receive hospitable treatment."
Fearless Frank started as though he had been struck a violent blow; his face grew very white; his eyes dilated; he trembled in every joint.
"Anita!" he gasped—"Anita!"
"I believe that is what I said!" Redburn could not understand the youth's agitation. He knew that the sister of Ned Harris had a secret; was this Fearless Frank in any way connected with it, and if so, how? "Do you know her?"
"Her other name is—"
"Harris—Anita Harris, in full. Do you know her, or aught of her?"
"I—I—I did, once!" was the slow reply. "Where is she; I want to see her?"
Redburn took a moment to consider.