"What a snake you would have made!" commented Ned. "I never saw a fellow loaded to the guards with venom as you are. Will you answer a few questions?"
"Depends on what they are," was the reply.
"If they will aid you, you will answer them, eh?"
"Of course."
"And if they will assist me, you won't?"
The Captain nodded.
"All right," laughed Ned. "Suppose the correct answers would help us both? What then?"
"Oh, what's the use of all this nagging?" demanded the son. "If you have anything to say, say it, and get out."
"And you're a pretty good imitation of this other snake," Ned said, glancing at the young fellow. "If you interfere in the talk again I'll put you in the dungeon and forget to feed you."
Captain Moore motioned to his son to remain quiet.