“Then we’ll have to find a little coop to put you in,” Jimmie said. “I wish we had you back at Culebra.”
While the temporary disposition of the prisoner was being discussed, and while Ned was questioning him as to the immediate movements of the plotters and receiving no satisfactory replies, the lights in the house were extinguished and the men who had occupied the front room were heard descending the stairs. In a moment some one called out:
“Gaga.”
“Is that your name?” demanded Ned of the prisoner.
“Yes.”
“Then answer him.”
Gaga did not respond at once, and the keen point of a knife came in contact with his throat.
“Answer him.”
The call came again, farther away now.
“What shall I say?” asked the captive.