The thieves uttered an exclamation of contempt. Their disappointment made them angry. They hurriedly conferred as to the policy of keeping Wolverton in their power till he should pay a heavy ransom, but there were obvious difficulties in the way of carrying out this plan.
Aaron Wolverton listened quietly to the discussion which concerned him so nearly. He smiled at times, and did not appear particularly alarmed till one, more bloodthirsty than the other, suggested stringing him up to the nearest tree.
"My friends," he said, for the first time betraying a slight nervousness. "I can't see what advantage it would be for you to hang me."
"You deserve it for fooling us!" replied the second highwayman, with an oath.
"In what way?"
"By not carrying any money, or article of value."
"I grieve for your disappointment," said Wolverton, with much sympathy.
"If you mock us, you shall swing, any way."
"Don't mistake me! I have no doubt you are very worthy fellows, only a little unfortunate. What sum would have paid you for your disappointment?"
"Fifty dollars would have been better than nothing."