Grogan gave a chuckle.
“’Tis not the loikes of you to be tellin’ me phat Oi kin do, moind that. Phat’s yer name?”
“Bob Alden. Does that make you feel any better?”
“Do yez belong up to the hotel?”
“No.”
“Yez got yerself into a foine pickle whin yez put up against me an’ the others.”
“You had no right to attack my friend,” returned Bob, warmly. “It’s a pity we didn’t capture you then and there.”
“Shut up! Oi want no more from ye.”
Grogan began to get angry, and, seeing he could gain nothing by keeping up the conversation, Bob became silent.
The youth wondered what had become of Frank Landes. Had he fallen into the hands of Casco or Barker?