“Well, now we’ll come down to brass tacks,” growled Broom, after an interval of thought. “How much is your liberty worth to you?”
“So that’s your game, is it, you rascally blackmailer?” sputtered the infuriated millionaire. “You won’t get a cent out of me.”
But ‘Bully’ Broom only smiled.
“Perhaps in a few days you’ll sing a different tune,” he said, and something, not in the words, but in the way they were uttered, sent a cold shiver down Jack’s spine.
CHAPTER XXVIII.—THE FREE-BOOTER’S DEMANDS.
“Well, what do you demand?” was the millionaire’s next question.
Donald Judson drew ‘Bully’ Broom aside and whispered to him. The other nodded.
“The least we will take is one hundred thousand dollars,” he said.
The millionaire grew purple.