"That's my name, yes. What of it?"
"And your name, I believe, is Volney," went on Dave, turning to the second rascal.
"Yes. Who are you?"
"Never mind that just now. Both of you come from Hartford; isn't that so?"
"What if we do?" asked Blodgett.
"Some time ago you got this young man to gamble with you, and he lost considerable money. Now you want him to pay up."
"Hadn't he ought to pay up?" asked Volney. He was growing uneasy.
"He isn't going to pay you a cent."
"What's that?" came quickly from Blodgett.
"I say he isn't going to pay you a cent, Mr. Blodgett. Is that plain enough for you to understand?" answered Dave, sharply.
"Who are you, I'd like to know, to interfere with our dealings!" cried Jack Blodgett.
"Perhaps I'll tell you who I am later on. I found out about this just in time, it seems. You came from Hartford, but you have been in Albany lately. While you were in Albany you swindled a man named Dodsworth Sadler out of a large sum of money—at least twelve or fifteen hundred dollars."
"Say, look here" began Blodgett, and his tone became nervous.
"You used marked cards, just as you did when
