"As I explained to Mrs. Ruthven, some distant relatives hold the fortune now, and if they learn of what I am doing they will at once take steps to head my claim off. I wish to spring a surprise on them."
"But if the claim is a just one, and half the property is coming to me, you do not suppose I am going to tell them in advance of what you intend to do."
"Boy, you do not understand such matters—you are not old enough," growled the surgeon. "Once more, and for the last time, will you do as I wish you to?"
"I will not promise yet."
"Then you shall remain here, a prisoner."
"For how long?"
"Until you come to your senses and agree to do as I wish."
A few words more passed, and then Dr. Mackey made our hero a prisoner again, and took up the canteen and the knapsack.
"You may have to remain alone for a long time," he said, on departing. "But if you get lonely and hungry, remember it is your own fault."
"I think you are a brute!" cried Jack after him. Then he listened and heard the surgeon's footsteps receding rapidly. Soon all became quiet.