“Speak, you old screw, speak!” said Skip, tightening his grasp upon the other’s arm.
“You will not strike me?”
“No.”
“It was Dell Ladley.”
“You lie, Jew, the girl is as true as steel; I don’t go much on giving secrets to women, but she is different to the rest.”
As he spoke, Skip Brodie raised his fist and would have felled Old Man Moses to the floor, had he not been prevented by his companions.
“I swear to you what I say is true,” muttered the Jew, quivering with fear, so fierce were the looks that were directed at him.
“What proof have you?”
“I heard her; she did not know that I listened,” replied the old Hebrew; “she is to enter and open the door for Carter and the officers he will have with him.”
“The devil shoot that same Carter, say I!”