“I’m glad to see you, old man,” called out Amos Sanderson joyfully. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come. It came near being serious for us.”
“Yes, I have come,” said Walter Cunningham wearily.
He looked ready to drop, and there was an expression of sadness on his face.
“You seem very tired,” said Bernard compassionately.
“Yes, I was afraid I would be too late. Why are you all out here? What is going to happen?”
“I’ll tell you,” said Sanderson. “These gentlemen were about to kill us. They had just offered us the choice of how to die. But now that you have come with the money——”
“I have no money,” said Cunningham in a low voice.
“What!” exclaimed Sanderson, in dismay.
“You have no money?” said the interpreter, in amazement.
“What have you been doing all this time, then?” asked the American.