"I don't see how you make that out, Baxter."
"Years ago your father robbed mine out of the rights to a rich gold mine in the United States."
"That's your side of the story. I claim, and so did my father, that the mine was ours."
"It's a falsehood. The mine was discovered by my fattier, and if everything had gone right he would have had the income from it."
"This is ancient history, Baxter. Come to business. What do you intend to do with us?"
"We intend to make money out of you," was the answer, given with a rude laugh.
"In what manner?"
"First you will have to answer a few questions."
"Zat ees it," put in Captain Villaire. "How mooch morlish you bring wid you from America?"
"We didn't bring much," answered Randolph Rover, who began to smell a mouse.