"
"Years ago your father robbed mine out of the rights to a rich
gold mine in the United States."
"That's your side of the story. I claim, and so did my father,
that the mine was ours."
"It's a falsehood. The mine was discovered by my fattier, and if
everything had gone right he would have had the income from it."
"This is ancient history, Baxter. Come to business. What do you
intend to do with us?"
"We intend to make money out of you," was the answer, given with a
rude laugh.
"In what manner?"
"First you will have to answer a few questions."
"Zat ees it," put in Captain Villaire. "How mooch morlish you
bring wid you from America?"
"We didn't bring much," answered Randolph Rover, who began to
smell a mouse.
"How mooch?"
"About two hundred pounds."
"Humph, a thousand dollars!" sneered Baxter. "That won't do at
all."
"You must haf brought more!" cried the French brigand angrily.
"Not much more."
"You leave zat in Boma, wid ze bankers, eh?"
"Yes."
"But you haf von big lettair of credit, not so?"
"Yes, we have a letter of credit," answered Randolph Rover. "But
that won't do you any good, nor the money at the banker's
neither."
"Ve see about zat, monsieur. Proceed," and Captain Villaire waved
his hand toward Dan Baxter.
"This is the situation in a nutshell, to come right down to
business," said the former bully of Putnam Hall coolly. "You are
our prisoners, and you can't get away, no matter how hard you try.
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