Frank laughed scornfully.
“Fire away!” he cried. “I defy you!”
“You do, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I take that word back?”
“Yes, if you want to; but stay.”
“Wall?”
“Who is Bert Mason and what is his business? Can you tell me?”
“Well, I reckon you know well enough,” replied the truce bearer, curtly.
“You think so? Well, I think I do. You are all a pack of counterfeiters and rascals; but that’s all right. I’ll not trouble you if Mr. Bert Mason will do me a favor.”