"I don't believe I could have knocked both men over in time
to prevent a killing. I managed to get my hands free just in time to
get on the job."
"I had known for some moments what was going on around me," Hazelton
replied. "But I was lying with my eyes closed, and keeping mighty
quiet. I was trying to hear your breathing, so I could decide whether
you had come to your senses, when all of a sudden you sat up and freed
my hands. Ugh!" he added with disgust, as he reached up and slipped the
remnant of rawhide noose from around his neck.
"What'll we do with this snake and, his weak-minded brother?" asked Jeff
dryly. "Tie 'em up and ship 'em into Paloma?"
"Fire off your revolver two or three times," suggested Tom, who had
caught a faint, far away sound of an automobile. "That may bring a
machine over here."
"You shoot, Rafe," urge Moore. "I'll want to keep my weapon handy for
this crooked card-sharp."
Rafe obligingly emptied one of his revolvers into the air. From a
distance came the honk of an automobile horn, as though in answer to the
signal shots.
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