"You've got us--be decent," grinned Jeff, as he, too, raised his hands
upward.
"Get your hands up higher!" ordered Jim Duff in his deadliest tone.
These men were now helpless, and the gambler merely chuckled inwardly at
the thought.
"Is this where we shoot them?" queried the mad hotel keeper.
"Yes--after a minute or two!" nodded Jim Duff, who wished first to
determine whether the automobiles of the searching party were moving too
near to them.
"I can hardly wait for the word!" quivered Ashby.
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
"How long are we to keep our hands up, Duff?" questioned Jeff.
"Quiet," hissed the gambler. "I'm listening."
"If it's for friends of ours," grimaced Rafe Bodson, "you needn't listen
any longer. We haven't any friends in either crowd now."
"Quiet, I tell you!" snarled Duff.
No noise of moving automobiles came to the gambler's keen ears in the
darkness of the night.
"Ready," faintly whispered Duff, giving Ashby a slight nudge.
"Shoot 'em?" whispered the mad hotel man.
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