"
"Humph! That was all a joke," blustered Evarts.
"All right," nodded Tom. "Explain the joke to the judge, if you can find
a judge who's a good and willing listener. What you'll find, at this time,
is that a hundred thousand dollars' worth of bail won't get you out of
jail. Start along with you," Tom wound up, shaking Evarts by the arm that
he gripped. "If this sneak tries to get away, Dick, bring him down with a
bullet."
"I'm ready enough to do it," Prescott agreed.
A sudden great change came over the ex-foreman. At first he threatened.
Then he begged to be turned loose, promising nothing but the best behavior
in the future.
"Stop all your nonsense," ordered Reade finally. "There's only one proper
place on earth for you, Evarts, and that's behind the bars. Now, move
right along, or I'll give you a worse walloping every time you stop or
argue."
Finding that nothing would avail with these determined captors the
ex-foreman relapsed into sulks. However, he kept walking straight ahead,
obeying every order addressed to him.
Tom stopped briefly at the cottage. Mr. Prenter was not there, and
Harry Hazelton had turned in. Nicolas was lying on a blanket on the
porch.
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