“Guess they must have taken it all on that trip,” Captain Jim said as he glanced about the room.
But as he spoke one of the men was lifting up a trap door in one of the back corners of the room. A ladder led to a cellar below and there they found a large quantity of whiskey and other liquors.
“I’m not quite sure whether I have a legal right to spill this stuff but I’m going to take a chance on it,” Captain Jim told Bob.
He sent one of the men up to look for an ax and in a short time the cellar was nearly flooded with the costly fluids.
“There, that stuff will never make anyone drunk, that’s sure,” he said as he stove in the head of the last barrel.
Bob was impressed by the fact that not one of Captain Jim’s men even suggested drinking any of the liquor.
“You’ll pay and pay well for that stuff,” the man, known to the Captain as Slippery Elm, told them as they once more joined the others outside. “This is Canada and you have no jurisdiction on this side of the line.”
“I hope not,” Captain Jim replied. “I’m far from being a rich man and it would bankrupt me to pay half of what that stuff would cost.”
Pierre and Big Tiny glared at Bob in a way that made him shudder in spite of himself and the little man said to him in a low tone:
“Some day we may square accounts.”