“Then it is a plot. We must get away if we can. There is danger in staying here.”
“You are right there, Harry.”
“I will go up and take Obed’s place while you call him away.”
Harry advanced to the side of the victim, and said quietly, “Jack wishes to speak to you a moment, Obed. He thinks we can carry this gentleman with us, as he has lost all his money.”
“Very well,” said Obed, and walked to where Jack was standing.
Harry scrutinised the man’s face, and he too recognised him as one of the gang—but his face did not betray his suspicions.
“Were you robbed of much money?” he asked, in a sympathising tone.
“I had the value of a hundred pounds with me,” said the other feebly.
“I suppose you came from Bendigo like ourselves?”
“Yes; have you been lucky?”