“All right.”
They arose, and, satchel in hand, started to leave the train.
“Stop!” cried Joe, and caught Caven by the arm.
“Let go of me, boy!” ejaculated the rascal, and tried to pull himself loose.
“I won't let go, Gaff Caven.”
“If you don't, it will be the worse for you! I am not to be trifled with!”
“You must give up that satchel.”
“Bah!”
“If you don't, I'm going to have you arrested.”
“Who is going to arrest me here?” sneered the man who had robbed Maurice Vane. “Don't you know we are miles away from any town?”