“Well, if you’re chief,” said Ginger, “you oughter go.”
The kidnapped one emitted a shrill scream.
“I’m a train,” she said. “Sh! Sh! Sh!”
“She’s not actin’ right,” said William severely; “she oughter be faintin’ or somethin’.”
“How much do we want for her?”
“Sixty thousand crowns,” said William.
“All right,” said Ginger. “I’ll stay and see she don’t get away, an’ you go an’ tell her people, an’ don’t tell anyone but her father and mother, or they’ll go gettin’ the money themselves.”
William hung up his mask behind the door and turned to Ginger, assuming the scowl and attitude of Rudolph of the Red Hand.
“All right,” he said, “I’ll go into the jaws of death, and you treat her with all courtesy till even.”
“Who’s goin’ to curtsey?” said Ginger indignantly.