"Because I helped him in the beginning. I fed him."
"But you've thought better of it now?" murmured Riever.
"I'm going to find him if I can."
"I believe you're out after the reward!" Riever said, with a ghastly sort of facetiousness.
Pen caught at the suggestion. If she were obliged to bring Don in, the money might make all the difference to them. "Well, why not?" she said. "I could use the money as well as anybody."
There was a quality of eagerness in her voice that could hardly have been feigned. For the moment it lulled his doubts. "There's nobody I'd rather pay it to," he said grinning.
"You mean that?" said Pen. "If I give him up to you, will you pay me the reward?"
"If you give him up to me I'll double it!" he said meaningly.
"All right!" said Pen. "If I'm successful to-day, I'll hold you to that." She made to walk on.
Riever's face was full of triumph, but there was still a fear too, another sort of fear. "Wait a minute," he said. "Suppose you can't handle him?"