"Come on out here!" he called to them. "I've got something to say to you."
He gave an order to the guards, and they stood aside. Wondering what the new move of the scoundrel might be, Mr. Baxter, followed by his son and Fred, went out. A bitter cold wind was blowing, and it looked as if there was going to be a big snowstorm.
CHAPTER XXIII
CALLACK'S CRUEL THREAT
"Well," remarked Callack as he eyed his captives, "you hid the gold pretty far down, I guess. I haven't been able to find it."
He waited, seemingly for an answer, but Mr. Baxter did not reply, nor did the boys say anything.
"Now," went on the rascally white man, "I'm going to make you tell me where you've buried it, for I know you did bury it."
"Then why don't you find it?" asked Mr. Baxter.
"You were too sharp for me. I don't mind admitting that. You are ahead of me—so far—but I've got several tricks to play yet. But first I want to give you a fair chance."