"There is danger, sir--great danger--and I want to save you."
"Not me. You wish to save Frank Lancaster."
Tamaroo looked up quickly, and replaced the bundle of letters in his breast-pocket. "And you, sir?"
"I am the friend of Mr. Lancaster. You can show me the--"
Tamaroo was on his feet before Eustace finished, and in his right hand he held a revolver.
"Keep back!" he cried shrilly. "You have trapped me, but I fight--yes, I fight."
Jarman maintained his seat and smoked coolly. "There's no need for you to fight, man," he said soothingly. "Should I know about the Scarlet Bat and that letter if I were not Mr. Lancaster's friend?"
"Others know, and they are not friends," said the negro, doubtfully, but lowering the revolver.
"Captain Banjo Berry and his niece?"
"Huh!" Tamaroo grunted in true nigger fashion. "You know them?"