"Come on," urged Perry. "What's the game?"
"Game!" choked the man, finding his voice at last. "Game? You--you young
ruffians! You--"
"Cut that out, or I'll hand you something," growled Wink. "Answer
politely."
"Let me up!"
"Nothing doing!" answered Perry. "Come across. What's your name and
where do you come from? As you didn't get anything out of there, maybe
we'll be easy with you if you talk quick."
"Let me suggest, if I may," said the man in a strangely quiet and
restrained tone, "that you get off my stomach. This conversation can
just as well be conducted under more comfortable conditions."
Perry blinked and Wink viewed the captive doubtfully.
"Promise not to try to run?" demanded Perry.
"I have no intention of running, thanks." The robber carefully dusted
his clothes as he arose and then felt anxiously of a bruised elbow.
"Now, if you will inform me what this--this murderous assault means I
shall be greatly obliged to you."
"Suppose you tell us what you were doing at that safe?" said Perry
sternly.
"Is that any of your business?" asked the other. It was evident that he
was losing his temper again, and Wink drew a step nearer. "I presume I
have a perfect right to open my own safe! What I wish to know--"
"Your own safe!" gasped Perry.
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