“You!” he roared.
“Hold on, mister.”
Cole also drew a pistol.
“Where is the old man?” Denton asked. “Speak quick, or it will go hard with you.”
“You mean the old gent that occupied the garret?”
“Who else?” cried Dick.
“Well, he ain’t up there any more,” replied Sam. “In fact, he has changed his residence.”
“You carried him off, you black hound!” exclaimed Brodie, toying nervously with his weapon; “I saw you.”
“Oh, yes, I accompanied him to his new quarters.”
“You must give him up,” said Denton.