CHAPTER XII.
COOK AND KIDD.“Well,” said d**k Kidd, after he and his pal had been ejected from Monte Murphy’s, “ain’t you a nice citizen?”
Kidd was boiling over with anger. Small wonder. The equivalent of a fortune had just passed from his possession. The great green diamond was his no longer.
“What’s the matter with you?” growled Enoch Cook.
“You’ve treated me to a jolly time, but I’m not blind.”
“Blind?”
“Yes; that’s what I said.”
“I don’t understand what you mean,” remarked Enoch.
“Oh, no, of course not, you poor, blooming innocent!”
Kidd’s eyes gleamed murderously as he glanced at his pal. Cook caught the other’s glance, but could not understand it.
“Surely, you are not angry with me?” he said.
“If I had a weapon, I’d just about kill you, that’s all!”
“Kill me?”
“That’s it!
