Were you there when they got into the office and got the description ?" he continued.
"I've heard of this mysterious mine," was the guarded reply, "and I understand that this boy Nestor has a copy of the description." "Is that why you wanted Nestor ?" asked Fremont.

"Are you after the mine, too ?" The big fellow walked on in silence.

It was plain to Fremont that his abrupt questions were irritating him, so he decided to go on with them.
"Are you one of the Tolford heirs ?" he asked.
No reply, save a threatening scowl.
"Are you the heir who has been making Mr.Cameron so much trouble ?" persisted the prisoner, glad to note that Big Bob was fretting under his cross-examination.
"Do you expect to find the mine down there in the sand ?" continued Fremont.

"That doesn't appear to me to be a good place to look for gold." "It is a good place to look for a reward for a fugitive from justice," snapped the big fellow.

"Now cut out the gab!" "You think you can get me across the border without meeting with opposition from my friends ?" asked Fremont, not obeying the latest command.
"Your friends!" ejaculated Big Bob.