"So you'll not make terms with me," he said. "You'd rather work for Sidney Prale, would you? Perhaps we can change your mind."
"I doubt that like blazes!"
"You are going to be kept here as a prisoner until I decide what is to be done with you."
He crossed over to the door, opened it, and called to his men, two of whom responded.
"I want this man guarded well," he said. "I want you to understand that I am holding you responsible for him. I'll be back to-morrow evening and have another talk with him. Give him something to eat now and then, and fix him so he can sleep, but watch him all the time!"
"I was figurin' on goin' to the city this mornin', boss," one of the men spoke up.
"You'll do as I say!" the masked man cried.
"But——"
"Don't argue with me, you dog!"
Farland saw the man's eyes flash fire for a moment. And then the masked man faced toward him again, his eyes glittering through his mask.