"I don't see that you ever needed him as a guardian," said Eustace. "You appear to be well able to look after yourself."
"So I am. Berry thinks I'm weak. So I am. And good-natured. So I am. But there's a line I don't pass, and he's skipped across it. I don't have anything more to do with him, and so I said."
"Has he any control over the money you possess?"
"I reckon not. It's all my own, and I don't let him, or anyone else, interfere. I'll just cut back to the States, I guess."
Eustace thought for a moment. "Tell me, Mr. Denham, did Berry or your father say anything about that Scarlet Bat on your arm?"
"No!" Natty stopped short and stared. "You saw that when I was bathing, I expect. I was stolen by Indians, so my father told me, and they tattooed the mark. I was a kid then, and don't remember anything about it. And the queer thing is," added Denham, "that all London is placarded with the Bat."
"And with the word Tamaroo. Do you know what that means?"
"I guess not. But you do. See here, Jarman, you're up to some game?"
Eustace nodded. "On behalf of Lancaster," he said. "And on your behalf also. You are in danger!"
Natty stared. "Danger! What do you mean?"