"Who are you?
Quick!" "Bo Snecker," he said.
"Any relation to Bill Snecker ?" "His son." "What'd you hide here for ?" He appeared to grow sullen.
"Reckoned I'd be as safe in Sampson's as anywheres." "Ahuh! You're taking a long chance," I replied, and he never knew, or any of the others, just how long a chance that was.
Sight of Steele's bloody breast remained with me, and I had something sinister to combat.

This was no time for me to reveal myself or to show unusual feeling or interest for Steele.
As Steele had abandoned his search, I had nothing to do now but let the others decide what disposition was to be made of Snecker.
"Wright, what'll you do with him ?" I queried, as if uncertain, now the capture was made.

I let Snecker go and sheathed my weapon.
That seemed a signal for him to come to life.

I guessed he had not much fancied the wide and somewhat variable sweep of that cocked gun.
"I'll see to that," replied Wright gruffly, and he pushed Snecker in front of him into the hall.

I followed them out into the court at the back of the house.
As I had very little further curiosity I did not wait to see where they went, but hurried back to relieve Miss Sampson and Sally.
I found them as I had left them--Sally quiet, pale, Miss Sampson nervous and distressed.