“In a week,” he said, his eyes flashing, “you and your associates will be in some federal prison.”
“You talk bravely,” said the other, “and I observe that you are glancing about in search of some way out of this, to you, disagreeable situation. Spare your pains! Even if you could vanquish me and my associate in the next room, you could not leave the house. It is guarded by a dozen picked men.”
“Is that as true as the other things you have said?” asked the boy.
The Colonel laughed until his face turned red and his sides shook.
“You are a bright boy,” he said. “It is quite a pleasure to do business with you. A very capable boy.”
He went to the door of the room and looked out.
“Where are the men?” he asked.
The dwarf, who had been sitting on a rude table near the door, swinging his short legs in the air, looked up with a slight frown.
“Well, see if you can find them.”