“I guess that’s what you were after,” said Obed. “I can’t say you’re welcome to them, but that doesn’t make any difference to you, I take it.”
“Is that all you’ve got?” demanded the chief of the bushrangers, looking very much disappointed.
“Every cent, squire.”
The leader turned to Fletcher.
“Didn’t you tell us this man was well fixed?” he asked.
“I thought so,” answered Fletcher, crestfallen.
“I thought you knew it. Why, this is a contemptibly small sum, and doesn’t pay for our trouble.”
“You’re right, squire,” said Obed. “It ain’t worth carryin’ away. You may as well give it back, Fletcher.”
“That’s a different matter,” continued the captain. “Once more, is that all the money you have about you?”
“It is, squire.”