And fur fear ye might need persuadin' jest take a peek
at this," and he drew his revolver.
When Ned had been liberated, Jellup pointed to the money belt.
"Jest be good enough to hand me whatever's in that," he exclaimed,
"without no hesitation. Then we'll have a little talk about what
else is agoin' to happen."
It was hard to surrender so easily but the risk of attacking two
armed men single-handed was great. Ned walked slowly toward the
crate.
"Get busy," ordered Jellup; "we've got other business yit to talk
of."
Ned had a sudden impulse. The thing flashed on him and taking hold
of the belt in the middle he lifted it until the two ends were just
over an open-mouthed bulb of hydrogen, and then as if by accident
dropped the belt into the jar. The clear, watery liquid splashed
and the belt disappeared.
"Water," shouted the eager Jellup, "Jist plain water." And as Ned
sprang back the gold-fevered marshal sprang forward and plunged his
hand into the liquid.
He did not immediately know that his hand was in the depth of a
liquid whose temperature was 423 degrees below zero.
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