"I can't wait!" groaned the hotel man. "Just one barrel of shot apiece
into each of 'em!"
"No, no, no, Ash! Haven't I always been your good friend?"
"You surely have, Jim Duff," admitted the mad hotel man. "You're the
one man alive to-night that I'd trust."
"Then trust me a little further," coaxed the gambler virtuously. "Trust
to my brains tonight, George, and you'll feast on revenge!"
"But you keep me waiting so long for it!" complained the lunatic.
"Don't you trust me, George?"
"You know I do, Jim Duff."
"Then trust me a little longer. Be quiet, and be patient."
"But--"
"Sh!" warned Duff suddenly, throwing himself flat on the ground. "Down
with you, Ash!"
"What is it?" whispered the hotel man in the gambler's ear as he too
sank to the ground.
"Sh!" once more warned the gambler. "Use your eyes, George. Look out
over the sand in the darkness. Do you see two men prowling this way?"
"Yes," assented the hotel man, after a pause.
"They're looking for us--enemies, George.
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