CHAPTER XI.
FROM ONE PERIL TO ANOTHER.
“Go into that house again!” commanded Nick. “I want to look through it. And you’ll go with me.”
“What for?”
“You know what for,” thundered Nick. “You have my assistant in there, Chickering Carter. I’m going to get him out. Come on!” he continued, more fiercely than ever, as he waved his pistol. “Any hesitation, and I swear I will shoot the pair of you. I ought to do so, anyhow, for your treason to Prince Marcos.”
“What have you to do with Prince Marcos?” snarled Miguel. “The politics of Joyalita are no concern of yours.”
“Breaking the law in New York or New Jersey is very much a concern of mine. I have enough against you now to hold you. If any harm comes to my man, you will be responsible.”
He had jumped out of his boat to the stone sill of the door into the warehouse, and was close to the two rascals.
“Go in first, and I will follow!”
He prodded his gun against the chest of Miguel, and there was a look in the detective’s eye that would have told any one it was dangerous to play with him. But Miguel did not give way.
“I’m not going in there again,” he growled.