“Must?”
“Yes, must.”
“I’ll think about it,” remarked the negro; “in fact, I have been thinking something about it, but I have not as yet made up my mind to do so.”
“The sooner you do the better.”
Brodie took deliberate aim at Sam’s head as he spoke.
“How much will I get if I bring him back?” asked Cole.
“You’ll be killed if you don’t conduct us to where he is,” yelled Skip.
“I will see that you get at least a thousand dollars, Sam,” said Dick. “When we first came here, I told you that you would be well taken care of, and here you go to work and play this dirty trick upon my pal and me.”
“It was only a joke,” muttered the negro, “only a joke, Mr. Denton.”
“Confound such jokes,” cried Brodie, “I suppose tying me up was another joke?”