Royal Funk laughed.
“Who said it must be moved?” he asked. “If you can trust me, undo my hands a moment, and I will show you the results of ten years’ toiling for gold.”
Wolf-Cap drew his knife, but Silver Hand shook his head.
“Outlaw lie,” he said.
“The Indian does not like me,” said Funk. “I, and I alone, can reveal the hidden gold, and when I have shown you it we may talk about a ransom if you will entertain such a subject.”
“We will not, let me tell you this now. All the gold in the world could not buy your freedom,” was Harmon’s reply. “But we will see your riches. Now, mind you, Roy Funk, not a sign of treachery here. This pistol is ready to speak, so play the man, if life is of any value to you.”
“If I betray your trust, shoot me,” the Night-Hawk said.
The next moment Wolf-Cap severed his bonds, and he stooped by the stone and ran his hand beneath.
For a minute he fumbled there, glancing up at the quartette above.
“I touch the box now,” he said, at length, “and here it is!”