“These boys were the only ones remaining in camp,” was the reply.
“Redfern,” said Havens, as coolly as if he had been sitting at his own desk in the office of the Invincible Trust Company, “will you tell me how you managed to get these boys here so quickly?”
“Not the slightest objection in the world,” was the reply. “There is a secret stairway up the cliff. You took a long way to get here in that clumsy old machine.”
“Thank you!” said Mr. Havens.
“Now, if you don’t mind,” Redfern said, “we’ll introduce you to your new quarters. They are not as luxurious as those you occupy in New York, but I imagine they will serve your purpose until you are ready to come to terms.”
He pointed toward the two prisoners, and the men by his side advanced with cords in their hands. Havens extended his wrists with a smile on his face and Sam did likewise.
“You’re good sports,” cried Redfern. “It’s a pity we can’t come to terms!”
“Never mind that!” replied Havens. “Go on with your program.”
Redfern walked back to the corridor and the prisoners heard him dismissing some one for the night.
“You may go to bed now,” he said. “Your work has been well done. The two men with me will care for the prisoners.”