Then the wickedest
possible gleam came into the hotel man's eyes as he loaded his shotgun.
"We'll fill 'em full of lead right here and now," whispered the hotel
keeper. "Then we'll be sure that they can't get away from us again."
"Not so fast!" retorted Duff warningly. "We can't shoot now. If we do,
there'll be no way to get out of this alive. Look yonder!"
Duff swung his mad friend around, pointing to a gleam of light that
shone out over the desert.
"An automobile," muttered the gambler. "And there's another--and
another! There must be six or eight of them out to-night, and all of 'em
crammed with fighting men. A shot would bring two or three carloads of
ugly fellows down upon us."
"What are we going to do, then?" demanded the hotel keeper, in a
menacing tone.
"Wait awhile," urged the gambler. "You're seeing what the plan of the
enemy is. They're circling about, but they're further out from the
gully than we are. The cars will go on cutting larger and larger
circle, and all the time getting farther away from us.
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