"I knew that Tamaroo would bring you here," replied Darrel, coolly, "and I have brought Berry to have you arrested."
"That is out of the question," put in Jarman, decidedly.
"Why so?" demanded Berry, with a snarl.
"Because I know too much about you and your niece here. If this case comes into court, I'll have Captain Banjo Berry, _alias_ Sakers, arrested for the murder of Anchor in San Francisco."
"I did not murder him."
"I can testify to that," said Fan, who was listening eagerly. "He was with me in Chicago at the time."
"You were not in Chicago," cried Tamaroo. "You came back to your own house, and told me that your husband had gone to see Mr. Jarman. I followed him, and I saw Captain Berry kill Anchor."
The little skipper clenched his hands. "It's a lie! Who'll believe the words of a black man?"
"I am not black," said Eustace, coolly, "and I can swear that you fired the shot. Your niece made out that her husband was killed by an old miner whom he had cheated. That is untrue. You shot him, as you hoped to get the papers dealing with the Scarlet Bat treasure from him."
"He intended to give them in any case," said Mrs. Anchor.