"No doubt you would, but, as it happens, I am not bound to respect or consult your wishes. No doubt you think you would have a better chance to escape if I let you go with me."
"Yes," answered Dean demurely.
"So I thought, and that is the very reason I can't gratify you. I can't be bothered with a boy I must constantly watch, though, for that matter, if you played me false again," he added sternly, "I shouldn't scruple to put a bullet through your head."
He looked fiercely at Dean as if he meant it. Dean had no doubt that nothing but a fear of the consequences would deter him from the desperate act he hinted at, and he rejoiced more than ever that he had two stalwart friends so near at hand.
There was a little more conversation between Kirby and Dan, and then Kirby rose to his feet.
"Well, boy," he said abruptly, "it is time for us to be going."
"Go if you like, Mr. Kirby!" said Dean quietly. "I prefer to remain where I am."
"What, boy?" exclaimed Kirby angrily, "do you mean to defy us?"
"I mean, Mr. Kirby, that you have no right to interfere with me, or to deprive me of my freedom."