“What do you think of it all?” asked Joe in a low voice.
“It’s a mystery to me. Wish he’d tell us where he got the rings. I’m curious to know.”
Suddenly Joe sat up with a start. His eyes were fixed on the curious curtain that separated this room from the store.
Bob’s eyes followed those of his chum.
“That curtain—it moved!” whispered Joe, a queer feeling of fear creeping down his spine. “There’s somebody hiding there. Maybe it’s one of those fellows that want these rings.”
“I’m going out there.” Bob had gained his feet. “No, don’t!” his friend pleaded. “They might shoot you—or maybe do worse.”
Bob hesitated. He finally decided to remain where he was.
“But if that guy wants these rings, he’ll get fooled,” the youth said decisively. “We’ll——”
He was interrupted by Pong Lee, who had returned to his chair. The Chinaman was not aware of what had happened.
“Do you have anyone else working in the store?” asked Bob, his eyes still on the curtain.