"Then you won't get it," he returned, doggedly.
"We won't, eh?"
Anak, for he was the speaker, threw him down, and held his hands and feet as in a vise, while Tarbox, at his invitation, thrust his hands into the thief's pocket and drew out the gold and silver coins by handfuls.
Carden ground his teeth, but he felt that resistance was vain. He was a strong man, but Anak had the strength of three ordinary men, and he was disposed to exert his strength to the utmost on this occasion, not only because he was opposed to dishonesty, but because he had in his grasp the man who had assaulted Robert.
"Have you got it all, Mr. Tarbox?" asked Anak.
"Wait and I will count it," answered the farmer.
"Some of the money was mine," growled Carden.
"Was it? How much?"
"Ten dollars," answered the canvas man, after a moment's thought.
"That's too thin, Carden, and doesn't tally with your first story. You said you laid down on the hay in the barn because you had no money and were turned out of your boarding-house."