“What do you know about Fletcher?” demanded the ruffian, in surprise.
“I know all about him, and I know what he wants of me, too.”
“Who told you?” asked his captor, still more astonished.
“That’s my business!” answered George, who knew better than to mention Springer’s name.
“Now, what in the world does this mean?” whined Ned, who just then recovered his power of speech. “Who are these men, George, and what are they going to do with us?”
“We aint agoin’ to do nothing with you an’ the other feller thar,” said the man, pointing at Gus, “so you don’t need to get so white an’ act so powerful skeered. This yere is the chap we’ve been lookin’ fur. Now you two can lay thar an’ sleep jest as long as you please, an’ then you can strike out fur Brownsville, and nobody won’t say a word to you.”
“But what are you going to do with George? Are you going to take him away and leave us alone?”
“That’s about the way it looks now.”
“How are we going to find our way without a guide? We don’t know the road!”
“You don’t need to know it, ‘cause you can’t miss it. It’s as plain as the nose on your face.”