"Name it, name it," cried Steel Spring, with avidity.
"By leading me to the hiding place of that arch fiend, Nosey."
"Is that all?" cried the fellow, with a look of intense delight.
"And do you consent?" asked Murden, disgusted at the fellow's treacherous instincts.
"Consent?" he repeated; "vy, of course I does; vouldn't Nosey 'ang me and all of his gang for the purpose of saving his life? and vy should I refuse; to 'elp stretch his neck ven I can keep mine free of the rope? Consent? of course I does."
"Remember," said Murden, with a stern look, "that we are to have no tricks here. If you even offer to lead me out of the right course I'll make a hole in your body big enough to throw a Bible through."
"I should then he sanctified, vouldn't I, lieutenant?" asked the wretch, with one of his cunning grins.
"How far from this place is the gang?" demanded Murden.
"Not more than four or five miles, I guess," was the answer.
"In the woods?"