"He got a tough to steal my check, and he would have had the bag if I hadn't got here just in time."
"He said you were his son."
"I wouldn't have him for a relative," cried Robert. "Mr. Hammerditch, you are a thorough-paced scoundrel," he went on, facing the Englishman.
"What, this to me!" gasped the schemer.
"Yes, that to you. You are a would-be thief, and I reckon your companion is little better."
"Boy, boy! I vill haf ze law on you!" howled the French Canadian.
"And I will have the law on you," retorted Robert. "You wanted to steal that map. You need not deny it."
"The bag is mine," said Hammerditch boldly. "This is a plot to get me into trouble."
"I reckon I can prove my property," said Robert. "Have you the key that will unlock the bag?"