“No. He never seen 'em before.”
“What does he want to act this way for, then?”
“Well, you see—”
“Now look here, my boy. The sooner we understand each other, the better. Your father has got himself into a dangerous situation. He can't deceive me. I know all about it. Does he think he could keep me in here any longer than I want to stay by locking the door? I'm half minded to arrest him for this. He can't do that sort o' thing to me!”
Axel was downright frightened now. He held his cigar so long that it went out. Wilson struck a match, and lighted it for him.
“I suppose you would like me to believe that he was forced to give up his clothes?”
“Oh, he was! The fellow with the black hair—”
“McGlory?”
“Seems to me they called him Joe.”
“That's the same man. Go on.”