“I guess I can paddle my own boat now,” he said to the policemen, and they withdrew.
Burt closed and locked the door. Then he turned upon the young man who had threatened him. The latter now looked rather sheepish.
“Who are you?” asked Burt.
“Some folks call me Tony Riley.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was going to ask you that question, mister,” said Riley.
“Answer me.”
“I’m here because this is my home.”
“Where is Monte?”
“How do I know?”