“That is not necessary,” said that gentleman. “I will put the statement in Sheriff Shattock’s hands. It is enough to say that it proves our claim to what is known as the Cortez mine, as well as the Aurora, and also that Colonel Guerotaz, alias Mendix, is in reality a noted counterfeiter named Guito.”
At the last words a shrill cry burst from the Spaniard’s lips. The revelation had been so unexpected that it completely unnerved him.
“You—you—” he began.
“You had better not say much,” suggested the sheriff. “It may all count against you at the trial.” He walked over and put his hand upon Colonel Mendix’s knee. “You are my prisoner.”
“Your prisoner!”
“Exactly. You will please dismount at once.”
“This is an outrage—”
“Come, say no more. There are others who suspect you, and I have heard before that you were supposed to be an escaped criminal.”
“I will not submit. I will—”