“Wha—what do yo—you want of me?” he faltered. He was far from being brave and his present predicament filled him with terror.
“We want you to behave yourself,” was the answer, delivered in the deep voice previously employed by Jack.
“I—I am behaving myself.”
“You are not, Will Carey. You have done an innocent person a great wrong—and the Bone and Blood Club of Cedarville is going to see to it that you right that wrong.”
“Are you the—the Bone and Bone Club?” faltered the Pornell Academy student.
“We are some of the members of that club—chosen to right this great wrong you have done.”
“I—I hav—haven’t done any wrong.”
“You have—do not dare to deny it—or the vengeance of the Bone and Blood Club shall descend upon your head like a fiery serpent and a stroke of lightning,” answered Jack, making his voice as deep and menacing as possible.
“Wha—what have I done?” asked Carey. He was now shaking so he could scarcely speak.
“You have turned thief—yes, and you have told lies. Is it not so, Brothers of the Worthy Bone and Blood Club?” asked Jack, turning to his chums.