“Fine!” said Bob. “You don’t happen to find mine, do you?”
“Not yet,” answered Nelson, slipping his own watch into his pocket. “Wonder what he did with it.”
“Well, it isn’t here,” said Dan. “Let’s ask the scoundrel.”
Bob drew the gag out of the man’s mouth.
“Where’s the other watch?” he demanded.
“Where you won’t get it,” was the sullen answer.
“What did you do with it?”
There was a flood of blasphemy for reply.
“Oh, shut him up again,” said Dan in disgust. “If you’ll let me take those towels off so he can stand up, I’ll knock the tar out of him!”