"He would die rather than submit!"
Evan shrugged. "Well, we went over all that last night. Your second course would be to take that letter to the police and put the whole matter in their hands. A force of ten thousand men with the information I can give them ought to be able to locate the clubhouse before night."
"And find papa's body!"
"Well, your third course is to hang out the flag and open negotiations."
"I have nothing to negotiate with! I cannot raise a cent more!"
"Never mind; bluff them. Spin them along as far as you can, on the chance of outwitting them in the end."
"What chance would I have of outwitting them?" cried Deaves mournfully.
Evan looked at the poor distraught figure and thought: "Not much, I guess." Aloud he said: "Well, that's the best I can do for you."
"All three courses are equally impossible!" cried Deaves desperately.
"Yet you must follow one of them."