"Yes, I hate them," muttered Dan, and his eyes shone wickedly. "I'm only treating them in a friendly way now because I'm out of money and must do something."
"I see. It ees a good head you have—verra good," murmured
Captain Villaire. "Do you know, I heara dem talk about you?"
"Did you? What did they say?"
"De one boy say you should be in ze jail; didn't you robba somebody."
"He had better keep his mouth shut."
"You lika do somet'ing wid me?" continued the French native, closing one eye suggestively. He was a close reader of human nature and had read Baxter's character as if it was an open book.
"What do you mean?"
"We gitta dem people into trouble—maka big lot of money."
"All right—I'll do anything," answered Baxter savagely. "So they said I ought to be in jail, eh? I'll fix 'em yet!"
"You helpa me, I helpa you," went on the wily French native.