Frenchy grinned in admiration.
"You turn the winches, eh?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Chefano. "There is a ratchet on each one. The wheel will not go back. One man can operate both by going from one to the other."
"But we don't need to find out anything from these men, Chefano. I was with them. I know their story."
"It will be good amusement for Jupe," said the heartless Chefano. "I don't want him around when our next visitor arrives. He might excite suspicion. I don't contemplate trouble with the last man. I have the credentials."
"This one is Major Weston," said Frenchy, indicating the Englishman as one would point out an article of furniture.
"Weston!" exclaimed Chefano. "I thought he was the man we buried alive!"
"That was young Duncan. He and this other fellow — whose name is Vincent — met Weston last Tuesday night and warned him. Duncan was hot for excitement, and came up here alone. That was why he made so much trouble. He was prepared for you and Jupe — but not for me.
"I stayed around the town a bit last week. I had a hunch that something might be wrong. I saw Weston in the village. Plainly, he was an Englishman. I followed him to the cottage where he was staying with Vincent. I listened in, and learned part of their game. So I showed up yesterday and let them think I was Garrison Cooper."
"You've been with them since last night!"