“And if I don’t?”
“You are bound fast and tight and cannot escape. If you refuse to tell me whereabouts they are on you, I shall summon the authorities, leaving my cousin to guard you with the pistol you were kind enough to present to me.”
“You’ll smart for this! See if you don’t! I’ll fix you sooner or later. I’ll——” warned Duke furiously.
A quick, certain footstep sounded behind them.
Then came a sharp, imperative voice, with a marked New England twang.
“What in ’tarnation’s all this yar?”
CHAPTER XIX.
AN INSUFFICIENT DISGUISE.
Jack turned quickly and found himself facing a tall, lanky, sharp-featured man dressed in homespun clothes and cowhide boots. On his chin was a fine specimen of the type of facial adornment popularly known as a billy-goat. On his chest flashed a huge nickel star.
“Stand where ye are, by gosh!” he warned.