believe we have a good case against you—and will have a better after Captain Grady is placed under arrest," he added, struck with a sudden thought.
"Captain Grady!" groaned the man named Lou Slavin. "I reckon the jig is up, Roe."
"Shut up!" growled Bluckburn.
"But if the captain is known wot show have we got?" grumbled Slavin. "Say?" he continued eagerly. "I went into this thing ag'in my will, an' I wish I was out of it. Supposin' I tell yer the truth about the hull gang, does that save me?"
"Don't you say a word, Lou!" shouted Bluckburn, warningly, but ere he could speak further the muzzle of Ike Watson's gun caused him to retreat up to the tree, where he stood, not daring to say another word.
"Go on and have yer say!" cried the old hunter to Lou Slavin. "And, ez I said before, give it ter us straight. Whar is Barnaby Winthrop?"
"He is a prisoner, about ten miles from here," was Slavin s flat and sudden confession.
