“It’s me—Tony Deering.”
Again they started to climb the bank. Finch stooped quickly and picked up a couple of enormous stones.
“Stop there!” he cried. “If you come up that bank, I’ll fire this at your head. I mean it.”
The two pursuers stopped involuntarily.
“Throw that rock down. What’s the matter with you?” cried Tony sharply.
“It don’t make any difference. What are you following me for? What do you want with me?”
“I want to know what on earth you are cutting out for like this. What’s the matter? we’re not going to hurt you.”
“No, I know you’re not. Mind—don’t take a step, or I’ll fire this at your head. I’ve chucked the whole thing. I’m clearing out, d’ye hear? I won’t be stopped.”
“Look here, Jake; you’re crazy. Don’t act like——”
“Maybe I am, but that don’t alter the fact that you are not coming up that bank without getting this in your head. I won’t be followed.”