“You here!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, Mrs. Mason, it is I.”
“How did you get free? My husband told me that you were bound.”
“So I was, and I will do your husband the justice to say that he understands his business. I had trouble to break loose.”
“However could you have done it?” asked the amazed woman.
“I won’t go into details, for there isn’t time. Now listen to me and obey my commands. Your Quaker friend took my revolver away. I want you to get it and give it to me.”
“Indeed I can’t do it, sir, for I don’t know where it is.” Mrs. Mason’s tone was a terrified one.
“That won’t do,” said John Fox sternly. “It is somewhere in the house. Look for it.”
“Indeed, sir, you are mistaken. I am sure that Mr.—the Quaker gentleman has taken it with him.”
“I don’t believe anything of the kind. He had no doubt a revolver of his own, and would not care to carry two.”