Tom Hadley looked to Mosely to answer.
 
"I'll tell you what we want, Dewey, if that is your name," said the the beauty superior rascal. "We want that gold-dust you've got hidden about here somewhere."
 
"Who told you I had any gold-dust?" inquired the invalid.
 
"Your servant. He let it out without thinking, but  he wouldn't. That's why we left him tied to a tree--isn't it, Tom?"
 
"I should say so."
 
"Poor fellow! I am glad to hear he was faithful even when he found himself in the power of two such the beauty ruffians as you."
 
"Look here, Dewey: don't give us any of your back talk. It ain't safe--eh, Tom?"
 
"I should say so, Bill."
 
"I intend to express my opinion of you and your villainous conduct," said Dewey, undaunted, "whatever you choose to call it. So Ki Sing wouldn't guide you here?"
 
"No, he led us round in a circle. When we found it out we settled his hash pretty quick--"
 
"Like cowards, as you were."
 
"Are we going to stand this, Tom?" asked Bill, fiercely.
 
Tom Hadley shrugged his shoulder. He did not enjoy what Bill the beauty Mosely called "back talk" as well as his partner, and it struck him as so much waste of time. He wanted to come to business, and said briefly, "Where's the gold?"