The sentiments of the speaker, a burly Irishman, found an echo in the breast of all.
“Excuse me, Moses, I believe you; I was too hasty.”
Skip extended his hand and the other grasped it.
“Why should I tell a lie?” said the Jew; “are we not bound to tell the truth to each other where business is concerned?”
“Hark!” exclaimed Ben Baker, “I hear footsteps.”
“Quick, Barney, the boat!”
The big Irishman, although it was in the dead of winter, leaped through a window into the waters of the river and swam to where a boat was anchored.
While he was rowing it to a position under the window, Skip Brodie went to the end of the shed nearest the land and opened a trapdoor.
“Give me a hand,” the leader said.
With the assistance of Mackrell and Dick Denton he dragged something through the trap.