Then Jenssen entered the tent.
? ? ? ? "Malbihn!" he almost shouted. "You fool!"
? ? ? ? Sven Malbihn released his hold upon the girl and turned toward his companion. His face was red with mortification.
? ? ? ? "What the devil are you trying to do?" growled Jenssen. "Would you throw away every chance for the reward? If we maltreat her we not only couldn't collect a sou, but they'd send us to prison for our pains. I thought you had more sense, Malbihn."
? ? ? ? "I'm not a wooden man," growled Malbihn.
? ? ? ? "You'd better be," rejoined Jenssen, "at least until we have delivered her over in safety and collected what will be coming to us."
? ? ? ? "Oh, hell," cried Malbihn. "What's the use? They'll be glad enough to have her back, and by the time we get there with her she'll be only too glad to keep her mouth shut. Why not?"
? ? ? ? "Because I say not," growled Jenssen. "I've always let you boss things, Sven; but here's a case where what I say has got to go--because I'm right and you're wrong, and we both know it.
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