City, after all. He thinks an awful lot of his sons, and won't want a hair of their head harmed."
"So the money was to go to Bay City. You didn't tell me that before."
"I wanted to keep the matter secret."
"Who will receive it there?"
"A man I can trust."
"Oh, pshaw! you needn't be so close-mouthed about it," growled the son, lighting a fresh cigarette.
"Well, the man's name is Cowdrick—Hiram Cowdrick. He comes from Colorado, and used to know the Roebuck crowd."
"I suppose old Rover was to send the money in secret?"
"Certainly. I wrote him a long letter, telling him that if there was the least effort made to follow up the money on his part the lives of his sons should pay the forfeit."
"That's the way to put it, dad. I shouldn't wonder if old Rover sent the money on."
"I'd soon find out, if I could get to shore. If I had the money the boys could rot here, for all I care."
"Thank you for nothing," muttered Tom, under his breath. "Just you wait till I have a chance to square accounts, that's all!"
"Hush!" whispered Sam. "They must not
