“So I thought at the time. I don’t feel so certain, now,” said Obed dryly.
“I think half of it will be enough for you.”
“What do you mean, Fletcher?”
“I mean that we shall want half of it.”
“How are you going to get it?”
“We mean to hold you prisoner till half the proceeds are brought in from Melbourne.”
Obed’s countenance fell. He had not thought of this.
Colson’s eyes glistened with pleasure. Till that lucky suggestion was made he saw no way of securing a share of the great prize.
“That’s a nice scheme, Fletcher,” said Obed, regaining his composure.
“So I think. You and the boys would still have a good sum of money. What do you say? Shall we make a little friendly arrangement to that effect? You could give me an order for half the sum realised, and on my securing it you would be released.”