A search of five minutes was sufficient to show that the building had no other occupant than the prisoner whom Jet was guarding, and Harvey returned to the front room.
"When did your pals leave?" he asked as he slipped a pair of handcuffs on the fellow's wrists.
"They went away this morning. What right have you to break into innocent men's houses?"
"We will explain that matter later. Tell me where the others went."
"Don't you wish you may find out?"
"It will be better for you to give all the information possible if you want to save your own skin."
"I've heard roosters like you before, so there's no use in crowing to me."
"Can you find a light, Jet? I want to see what the scoundrel looks like."
"You'll see enough of me before this thing is ended," the man said with a growl, and Harvey looked around suspiciously, so confident was the fellow's tone.
Jet soon found a candle on the rude affair which answered as a table, but its light revealed nothing of importance.