“I’ll tell you,” he said, “if you’ll let me go.”
“Boyees, you hear him?” said Toby Sam.
“After ther boss comes, we’ll let him go, if he tells the truth,” said one of the men.
“Yes, after the boss comes!” others shouted.
“Say, you fellows,” said the young man coolly, “couldn’t you just whisk those masks aside, so that I can see your faces? I always like to know who I’m talking with. Strikes me this is a one-sided affair; you know me, but hanged if I do you.”
“But you’d like to?”
“Well, yes; I’d like to.”
“Tell us where them emeralds aire!” yelled Toby Sam.
“Then you’ll let me go free.”
“We will, when the boss comes, if you speak honest. Them emeralds aire the things we’re after.”