“I’m sorry we didn’t have you locked up, now,” said Jack bitterly. “I suppose you put this gang of scoundrels on our trail.”
“You can suppose anything you want,” was the rejoinder, but a bit of the old boastfulness crept into his tone, “and you’re going to pay up, too, before you get out of this. Have you had them searched, Captain Broom?”
“What——?” shouted the millionaire, almost beside himself at this sudden revelation of the black-bearded man’s identity, “are you ‘Bully’ Broom?”
“My name’s Broom all right,” was the surly reply, “but I want my proper handle, which is Captain.”
“What have you done with my brother, you infernal rascal?” stormed the millionaire.
“Now you ain’t going to get along any better by cutting up rough and losing your temper like that, pard’ner,” was the cool reminder. “You may be my guest for quite a time, so let’s you and me get along peaceable. Otherwise we’ll find a way to make you keep a civil tongue in your head.”
“Did you have them searched?” repeated Donald greedily. “If you did I want my share of it.”
“They were searched, Judson, but they only had a few dollars; not more than a hundred at most.”
“Bah!” growled Judson; “then they left some behind at old Baroni’s place. If we don’t capture the others, then——”
“Never mind that, now,” commanded Broom; “you tell ’em what I told you.”