“You are, eh?”
“Yas!”
“Well, what do you want?”
“The cap’en, Bert Mason, sent me in to fetch ye two chaps out. He’s got a bit of an inquest to hold over ye.”
The fellow laughed coarsely at what he considered his witty remark.
Frank experienced a queer thrill.
He felt that he was going forth to face death. But it occurred that at last he would be face to face with Bert Mason, the murderer and fugitive from justice.
He offered no resistance, nor did Beaver Bill, and the two men were led out into the open air.
It was now after sunrise some while and the counterfeiters’ camp in every detail was revealed.
Frank looked about with curiosity.