Venner's hand went stealing toward his hip pocket.
"So you are showing your true colors, are you?" he cried, with threatening significance. "By Heaven, you are no Hindoo!"
"That's right, Venner, I am not," said Nick, quickly throwing off the loose robe that hid his own apparel, fearing it might impede his movements. "I am no Hindoo, but am—"
"Nick Carter!"
"Exactly!"
"So this is your game, is it?" Venner fiercely began. "If you think—"
"Stop right there, Venner," Nick sternly commanded. "Speaking of games, I am here to discover what sort of a rascally game you and this Kilgore gang are playing. I have learned enough to show me that you are a knave and a—"
"By heavens, Carter—"
"Stop!" thundered Nick. "Don't pull a gun! If you do, I'll end your—"
But he got no further, for there the climax came.