“What’s the first move?” said Bob.
“I have been thinking about that,” replied our hero.
“Of course, we must have him arrested.”
“Certainly we must.”
“Oh, no, don’t, don’t!” pleaded the old man, speaking for the first time.
“It is too late to plead now,” said young Randolph. “You should have thought of this before committing the evil that you have done.”
“But I am an old man, and he led me into it.”
“Who?”
“Mortimer, Felix Mortimer. If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t er done it.”
“Oh, that don’t go with us,” said Bob. “I heard the whole story tonight. You was into the game with him, and now you’re trapped you wanter squeal, that’s what you do. But it won’t do you no good. You are a bad lot from way back—gettin’ boys to steal things for you!”