It was laid on the kitchen table, and Snell began to count out the money that he had shown a few minutes before.
“I have forty thousand dollars here,” he remarked.
“Ought to be twice that!” growled the leader.
“That was the price agreed on with Leonard, wasn’t it?”
“Go ahead.”
“You haven’t produced the goods.”
Snell, or, rather, Gov. Bradley, stopped counting out the money, and looked straight at the leader.
“Plank down the money!” ordered the leader, harshly.
Just then there was a furious knocking at both the back and front doors.
Loud voices—there seemed to be a dozen of them—were crying: