“I shall sign nothing of this kind!” he said, quietly.
“You won’t. You won’t give me justice!” cried the man, in a very tempest of fury.
“I won’t sign this ridiculous document,” said Nick, “for it is not true.”
“Then I will take action at once. You must stay here. What, ho, my friends!”
Three men, thorough ruffians, looking like dissipated prize-fighters, appeared.
“You will watch this man until I return. I go for my lawyer and a magistrate. Hold this man until I return. Come with me, you faithless woman!”
He sprang at the pretended Mrs. Ansel, and, seizing her by the arm, whirled her out of the room.
CHAPTER X.
HOW THE TRAP WAS SPRUNG.
Nick sat down and laughed. The over-acting of the cheap actor, hired for the occasion, was ludicrous. But the three ruffians, armed with revolvers, were ugly facts.
He now saw the game. The trap had been sprung. It was a device to get him under control while the big strike on Mountain was being worked.