“I guess you know what I mean,” Dick spoke coldly, “and please get the idea out of your mind that we don’t know who you are, and where you came from.”
“Where did I come from?” their prisoner blustered.
“From Govereau.”
“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”
There was defiance in Watson’s voice.
“If you mean, what are we going to do with you,” Dick answered, “I might as well tell you that we haven’t decided yet. A good deal depends upon the way you behave yourself.”
“We’re thinking seriously of taking you outside and putting a bullet in you,” chimed in Sandy.
“Yuh better not, if you know what’s best for you,” stormed Watson. “If yuh try that, Govereau’ll come down here and make mince-meat out of yuh.”
“He might walk into the same kind of trap you did,” grinned Sandy.
“Where is Govereau now?” asked Dick, shaking his head at Sandy in an effort to check the useless controversy. “If you answer my questions truthfully, we’ll let you off a whole lot easier than we would otherwise. We might even be induced to give you something to eat.”