“I ought to be, hang him.”
“We’ll do better than hang him,” said Deland, with an ominous gleam in his cold eyes. “Garvan, eh? What sent you out here?”
“I came to see what you rascals were after,” said Patsy curtly.
“Did you?” sneered Deland. “Well, you shall not be disappointed. You shall see all that we do—until we depart.”
“That’s good enough for me.”
“But after then—you will see nothing!” Deland added, with a merciless smile.
Patsy did not deign to reply.
He glanced sharply around, however, and saw that they were close to the rear part of an extensive cemetery. A fence of wooden palings divided it from, the rough, lonely back road. The white stones and monuments, also several large tombs built into the side of a hill, could be seen through the semidarkness.
“Get his weapons and bind his arms securely,” Deland commanded coldly. “If he has any handcuffs, fasten them on him, also. He shall watch us to his heart’s content—until we leave him.”
“Leave him where?” growled Margate.