THE UNKNOWN MR. KENT
Ubaldo grew red with anger and sputtered, and his temper was not assisted by the remarks of some of his army.
Kent observed with satisfaction that Ivan had disappeared from his post by the doorway. In an instant's lull in the turmoil about him, he heard the faint, clarion warning of an automobile horn that played the same gentle notes indicative of the approach of the royal automobile, and, keenly alive to the necessity of holding this swarm of adventurers a few minutes longer, rapped on the table with his bare knuckles and called, in his powerful voice, "Gentlemen! Attention, please! Let me finish."
He waited until they were again quiet, strain- ing his ears the while for a repetition of the horn's warning, but hearing nothing, settled to his task.
"Now let us be reasonable," he said. "You are all reasonable men, I take it. You joined this expedition, somehow, with the hope of bettering yourselves making money, securing a steady place. Well, you didn't get it. You are done. Your jig is up. You are in jeopardy. You Ve no more chance than a lot of dogs in a city pound. There is no one now but the king who can grant you amnesty. You couldn't escape from Marken if you tried. You know what they usually do with fellows like you are, when they catch them, don't
you? If you don 't, I '11 tell you. They hang them !