CHAPTER X.HOW THE TRAP WAS SPRUNG.
Nick sat down and laughed. The over-acting of the cheap actor, hired for the occasion, was ludicrous. But the three ruffians, armed with revolvers, were ugly facts.
He now saw the game. The trap had been sprung. It was a device to get him under control while the big strike on Mountain was being worked.
Either the Brown Robin feared he had been retained by Mr. Mountain, or she had learned, despite his efforts to the contrary, that he really had been.
“Well,” he said, looking at the three brutes, “what is your game?”
“To keep you here all day,” replied one of them.
“Oh, is it?” asked Nick. “What has become of the woman that was here?”
“She has gone out with her husband.”
“Oh, drop that, my lads,” said Nick. “That was the Brown Robin. I knew that whe
