“I hope some day to square accounts as near as possible with you.”
They found that the light came from a fire built in a small cave.
Taking the revolver from Tambourine, the detective entered.
“I tell you, negro, I will pay you well.”
It was Hilton Field’s voice, and Nick Carter instantly recognized it.
In a corner of the cave, tied to a stake driven into the ground, was the banker.
Nick cut the bond and led Mr. Field into the open air.
“Nick Carter!” he exclaimed.
“Yes,” replied the detective, “I have come to take you home.”
That home-coming was joyful, indeed.