"From all that," went on Murgatroyd, "you can see just how much I am in Motor Matt's debt."
"He saved my life," said Newt doggedly, "and I'm not going to let you be rough with him."
"Don't make a fool of yourself, Newt," scowled Murgatroyd.
"He did me a good turn," insisted the other, "and I'm not going to let him get the worst of this."
"Sit me up in a chair, can't you?" asked Matt. "I want to talk a little, and I'm not very comfortable, lying here like this."
"It's nothing to me," snarled Murgatroyd, "whether you're comfortable or not."
Without a word, Newt went to the prisoner and helped him get to his feet and drop into a chair.
"Leave his ropes alone," called Murgatroyd sharply.
"I'm not touching his ropes—yet," returned Newt. "What have you got to say?" he asked, facing Matt.
"How many I O U's for gambling debts did you leave in Jamestown, Prebbles, when you left there?"