“Canoe trip?” queried Dave, suspiciously. “Where’s the canoes?”
“Right before your eyes, old man,” said Chot, pointing to where the canoes were lying beneath one of the trees.
“Don’t call me ‘old man’!” snapped Dave. “I won’t stand for nothin’ like that!”
Then he walked over and took a look at the canoes.
“Where’d you pick ’em up?” he asked.
“I don’t know that it’s any of your business,” Chot replied, “Isn’t it about time you were telling us why you’ve got us standing here at the point of your revolvers? We haven’t done anything to you.”
“Oh, you haven’t, eh? Well, maybe not, but I’ll bet you know who robbed my house last night, all right. Oh, you fellers think you can wriggle out of this business, but we’ve got you dead to rights, ain’t we, Hank?”
“Certainly have,” was Hank’s reply.
“You say your house was robbed last night?”
It was Chot who put the question.