“I won’t let you have another cent, you may rely upon that!” exclaimed Prince Duncan furiously.

“I guess you’ll think better of that, squire,” said Tony, fixing his keen black eyes on the bank president.

“Why should I?” retorted Duncan, but his heart sank within him, for he understood very well what the answer would be.

“Because you know what the consequences of refusal would be,” Denton answered coolly.

“I don’t understand you,” stammered the squire, but it was evident from his startled look that he did.

“I thought you would,” returned Tony Denton quietly.  “You know very well that my evidence would convict you, as the person who robbed the bank.”

“Hush!” ejaculated Prince Duncan, in nervous alarm.

Tony Denton smiled with a consciousness of power.

“I have no wish to expose you,” he said, “if you will stand my friend.”

In that moment Prince Duncan bitterly regretted the false step he had taken.  To be in the power of such a man was, indeed, a terrible form of retribution.

“Explain your meaning,” he said reluctantly.

“I want another government bond for a thousand dollars.”

“But when I gave you the first, you promised to preserve silence, and trouble me no more.”

“I have been unfortunate, as I already explained to you.”

“I don’t see how that alters matters.  You took the risk voluntarily.  Why should I suffer because you were imprudent and lost your money?”

“I can’t argue with you, squire,” said Tony, with an insolent smile.  “You are too smart for me.  All I have to say is, that I must have another bond.”

“Suppose I should give it to you—­what assurance have I that you will not make another demand?”

“I will give you the promise in writing, if you like.”

“Knowing that I could not make use of any such paper with out betraying myself.”

“Well, there is that objection, certainly, but I can’t do anything better.”

“What do you propose to do with the bond?”

“Deposit it with my broker, as I have already told you.”

“I advise you not to do so.  Make up your mind to lose the first, and keep the second in your own hands.”

“I will consider your advice, squire.”

But it was very clear that Tony Denton would not follow it.

All at once Prince Duncan brightened up.  He had a happy thought.  Should it be discovered that the bonds used by Tony Denton belonged to the contents of the stolen box, might he not succeed in throwing the whole blame on the billiard-saloon keeper, and have him arrested as the thief?  The possession and use of the bonds would be very damaging, and Tony’s reputation was not such as to protect him.  Here seemed to be a rift in the clouds—­and it was with comparative cheerfulness that Mr. Duncan placed the second bond in the hands of the visitor.