Dubiously, he surveyed the food. The words of the Chinese came back to him, “Missee say Wong flix good dlinner.”
So the girl knew that he was a captive. Well, all he could do was wait. But who was she? And what did his imprisonment mean?
In the meantime there was no reason for wasting a good dinner. Ross was hungry, and in twenty minutes the last scrap of food had disappeared.
Settling back in his chair, he again filled his pipe and prepared to await developments with as good grace as possible.
It was hours later that he heard footsteps nearing his prison.
CHAPTER FOUR
ROSS IS INVITED TO DINE
Ross heard a key in the lock, and a moment later the heavy door swung open. It was the gunman again. He was evidently not mindful to take any chances with his prisoner, for he again was holding his revolver ready.
“Come on out!” he barked, motioning with the gun for Ross to step out of the room. “Tha big boss wants ya.”
“Oh, he does?” returned Ross. “Maybe I’ll find out now what all this is about.”
“You’ll find out all right. Mebbe find out more’n ya want.”