"Don't do what?"
"Don't stay here, Sid. Get out as quick as you can! Go back to Honduras—anywhere—but don't stay in New York."
"Why shouldn't I? What on earth is the matter with you? Are you insane?"
"I—I can't tell you, Sid. But you are in danger if you don't leave New York. I can tell you that much. That's why I didn't call at the hotel; I'm afraid. Sid, I'm afraid to have anybody see me talking to you. If you came to my office, I'd refuse to see you——"
"Why?" demanded Sidney Prale, in a stern voice.
"I—I can't explain, Sid."
"I've endured a lot of nonsense to-day, and I'm not going to endure any more!" Prale said. "You're going to open your mouth and tell me what you mean, if I have to manhandle you."
"You can beat me until I'm unconscious, Sid, but you can't make me talk!" Lerton told him.
"But what does it all mean?"
"You'd better go away, Sid; you'd better get out of the country and stay out!"