"Not a cent, my lad, not a cent. He can have it and welcome. But—but——"
"But what, sir?"
"I must be dead sure, as they say, of what I am doing. You look honest enough, but so did those men."
"Those men didn't look very honest to me," came from Nettie Wenrich, who had taken a strong liking to Robert, and it must be admitted that the feeling was reciprocated. "I could not bear that Englishman."
"I cannot blame you for being suspicious," said Robert gravely. "I wish I had been so this morning. I might have saved my watch and some of my money." He did not feel called upon to state that he had lost the amount which was to be paid over to Herman Wenrich for the map.
Of course he had to tell his story—or, at least, a part of it. Nettie Wenrich was quite affected.
"It was too bad!" she cried. "I hope you get your watch and money back and succeed in sending those bad men to prison."
"I will tell you what I will do," said Herman Wenrich, after several minutes of silent thinking. "Let Felix Amberton send me a written order to deliver the map to you and I will do so."
"That is fair," said Robert. "No honest person could ask more at your hands. But what of those two men? They are to call again, I believe."
"I will put them off, for, say three days. You ought to be able to get your order by that time."