To this Bob made no reply, and after a moment the man shouted:
“You come out geet shot, stay in geet roast, oui. You tell where money you all come out go way, no geet hurt.”
“I’ll be—” Bob began, but Rex caught him by the arm.
“Just a minute, Bob. They’ve got us, and what’s the money compared to our lives? Tell him where it is.”
“Not just yet,” Bob replied. “We’ve got a few minutes yet before the roof will fall and Kernertok may come at any moment. We’ll think it over,” he shouted to the men outside.
The roof was now a roaring mass of flames and they had great difficulty in keeping clear of the falling embers. In several places the side logs had caught, and fanned by the wind, were burning with great vigor. Bob knew, as did the others, that it could be but a matter of minutes now when they would have to leave the cabin.
“I guess we’ll have to give in,” he said sadly, a few minutes later, as a portion of the roof fell in with a crash, narrowly escaping Jack’s head.
“It’s the only thing to do,” Rex urged.
“Hello, outside there,” Bob shouted.
“You tell, oui?” Jacques’s voice called back.