“You bet!” exclaimed a deep voice near the door, in low, emphatic tones, as though they had been used in soliloquy.
“Skinley!” cried the captain, angrily.
There was no reply, and Lynchman repeated the call half a dozen times, as loud as he could yell.
“D’ye call me, cap’n?” said the Texan, coming to the door, which was now discovered to be partially open.
“I did; you have been listening at the door.”
“Fotch ’em as soon as I kin, cap’n,” said the burly fellow, innocently.
“None of that with me,” added Lynchman, angrily.
“Bet yer life they ain’t, cap’n.”
“Silence, you villain!” thundered the captain, taking a pistol from his belt.
“Take keer, cap’n!”