“Never mind that now, Jasniff. What do you want?”
“You are making a mistake about me, Dave Porter. I want you to come outside so I can talk to you.”
“Is the door unlocked?”
“It is. But don’t you try any funny work, because we are well armed, and we don’t intend to take any chances so far as you and Roger Morr are concerned.”
With caution Dave opened the door several inches, and peered out into the corridor. He saw the disguised person he suspected of being Nick Jasniff standing there, and behind him were several others, evidently gypsies.
“This is a fine piece of business for you to be in, Jasniff,” he said sharply. For a close look at the face in front of him had convinced him that the rascal was really the fellow who had escaped from prison.
“Humph, you needn’t preach to me, Dave Porter! I guess I’ve now got you just where I want you!” answered Nick Jasniff, seeing it would be useless to deny his identity any longer.
“That remains to be seen. Fellows like you always get to the end of their rope sooner or later.”
“We won’t waste words on that just now, Porter. What I want to know is, did you and Morr come here alone or are there others hiding in the woods?”
“Do you think I’d be fool enough to tell you our plans?” demanded Dave.