They seemed to know altogether too much about him as it was.
The commandant listened attentively to what John Ivan Jewel had to say.
John Ivan Jewel had nearly finished his story when he thought of another phase of the affair, and one that had begun to worry him considerably.
"I forgot to tell you about the money.

I've got a good deal from them since I started.

They paid me on a sliding scale, beginning with fifteen hundred dollars a week and ending with two thousand that Cliff paid me this evening.

I've got it all with me." Prom his secret pocket Johnny drew all his wealth, counted off four hundred dollars and handed the rest to his inquisitor.
"This four hundred dollars is my own, that I brought from Arizona," he explained, flushing a little under the keen eyes of Captain Riley.
"This is honest money; the rest is what they paid me for flying back and forth across the line." The commandant turned the big roll of bank notes over, looking at it quizzically.
"Who is really entitled to this money ?" he asked Johnny crisply.
"Well, I--I don't know, sir.

It's what they paid me for flying." "And did you fly as agreed upon ?" "Yes, sir; I made trips back and forth whenever Cliff wanted me to.
That is, up to the time I lit out for here, so you could see for yourself what he's up to.