At that moment the newcomer's eyes caught sight of the broken kitten on the stone floor. He stiffened, and he took a step toward it. Then he reconsidered.
"Mr. Brant, or Mr. Scott," he commanded. "One of you only. Bring me the pieces of the cat!"
CHAPTER XI
Third Brother Smiles
Rick was nearest to the broken kitten. He went over and picked up three large pieces. There were a few smaller ones, but he didn't think they would matter. He walked over and held the pieces out.
The man with the pistol took one and examined it. Rick noted that it was the biggest piece, actually over half the cat.
Suddenly the man smiled. It was a fine, happy smile that showed white teeth under his black mustache.
"A fine specimen," he said. "Where did you get it?"
"It just sort of came to us," Rick evaded.