“What brought you here?”
“I came to find out what your little game was. I reckon I know the truth.”
“You don’t know anything,” blustered Prent. The exposure had come so unexpectedly he knew not what to say.
“I know you are here for no good purpose. If it were otherwise you would not come here like a thief in the night.”
“Are you going to expose me?”
“That depends on yourself. I have no desire to see you hanged.”
At these words Prent gave a shiver, for he was at heart a coward.
“I—I—you——” he stammered, and could not go on.
“Listen to me, Prent, and you may save yourself a whole lot of trouble,” went on Henry, as calmly as he could. “I hate to play the spy on a fellow soldier, but I felt that it was necessary, after what you had said to me. You wanted to draw me into this robbery. Now, as I said before, I don’t want to see you hanged, or even sent to prison. But I am not going to allow you to rob this place, either.”
“I haven’t said I was going to rob it yet,” burst out Prent. “I—I haven’t taken a thing.”