"Take care of this, Rafe," requested Jeff, turning over the gun, which
Bodson received with his left hand.
Ashby, momentarily free, sprang at the new bolder of the weapon, but
Moore tripped him and fell upon him.
The other men stood by as though fascinated, not interfering. Perhaps
they felt that their safety depended upon Ashby's being disarmed.
There was a short, sharp scuffle on the ground after which Moore rose,
leaving the hotel man with his hands tied behind his back.
"And I request," remarked Moore, "that no gentleman present cut the
knots that I have tied. It'll be a favor to me to have Ashby left alone
for the present."
"Now, then, Rafe or Jeff," spoke the gambler, mustering up what remained
of his courage, "since you two have taken charge of affairs, won't you
be good enough to inform us what your pleasure is?"
"We're not in charge," retorted Bodson sullenly. "All we've undertaken
to do is to look out for the square deal that you promised, Duff, and
which you didn't exhibit in a way that we liked.
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