"It's a clear case, Mike. What shall we do with him?"
"We'll call a meeting of the boys, and then we'll decide."
They seized Ralph, and proceeded to drag him off between them.
"Uncle Thomas!" cried the terrified ruffian, "save me, save me!"
"Is he your nephew, Mr. Nixon?" asked one of the miners.
"I don't know. He says he is."
"Certainly I am. I am his brother's son."
"That doesn't entitle you to rob him."
"I only borrowed the gold. I meant to pay it back."
"That's a likely story. Bring him along."