"Of course we may not see it right now, yet I don't doubt but that you and Murky know where it is?" This to Nels and Paul, who both looked rather nonplussed. "Where is it, Nels?"
"I–I–" Anderson was stammering and confused in manner. "I bane not sure I can tell. That feller, he know." He pointed at Murky who glared evilly at the crowd in general.
"Ye needn't look for me to tell anything," he snarled. "I got no money!"
"If you had, you'd lie about it," was Beckley's comment that seemed to meet the general opinion among his captors.
Murky relapsing into sullen silence, Beckley resumed his queries.
"Do you mean that having gotten this scoundrel here," indicating Murky, "you don't know where his plunder is?"
"Wish I did, sir," said Paul Jones, turning from Chip who was just beginning to be conscious of outward things.
"And you, too, do not know where the money is?" Beckley turned again to Anderson, who squirmed rather uneasily.
"Wush I did," the latter muttered. "I bane coom after the boys. Ven I coom oop wid 'em, dey vass in mix-oop wid heem," pointing at Murky.
"That fellow must 'a' had the money hid out somewhere," said Paul. "We followed him for miles. Finally we lost the trail, then we came on him by accident, as it were. He was about to get the best of Chip and me when in came Nels, here, and Murky disappeared. It was in the night. In the morning we struck his trail again. But he never seemed to have the money with him. It is all a mystery to me. Isn't that the way of it, Nels?"