And
to save you some trouble I'll say that what we have is in your
bank."
Another half-uttered oath sounded on Jellup's lips.
"In thet case," retorted the marshal, "we'll jest show you that we
mean business. That's a lie about the bank. Produce or take the
consequences."
"Help yourself," replied Ned, "if you think we are lying."
"I ain't no pickpocket," retorted Jellup, "this is official. I tell
ye it's a bond and this is yer last chanct to make good."
The boys remained silent.
But Jellup's companion was already busy. Leaving the marshal to
stand guard over the boys he made a quick search of their clothing.
But Ned was not so used to money as to be careless in the handling
of it and the six hundred dollars that he had in gold was in a belt
carefully concealed in the top of the liquid hydrogen crate, which,
for safety, had been stored in a corner of the room.
When the silent Domingo threw down the working garments of the boys
he took up the candle and began a tour of the room. The big black
liquid hydrogen crate attracted his attention and he approached it.
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