"Go upstairs, Kit," said Gavin, "and stay there."
But in a moment it was evident that there was but one horse. The door was tried, shaken. A furious oath came from outside.
"It's just Blake," said Larry, and unfastened the door.
Blake stared at his brothers, at their weapons, at the outfit piled in the room.
"What's this?" he asked.
"You may as well know," said Gerald and told him. "And you keep your mouth shut," he concluded.
Blake laughed with a certain relief. "I've got to make a get-away myself. I'm going with you. I shot up Angus Mackay."
"You shot Angus!" Kathleen cried. Her face went white, and she clutched the back of a chair. "Do you mean that he is dead?"
"No," Blake replied. He had learned that much from Garland, who had decided that it would be safer for him to part company and had done so. "He'll get over it, I guess."
"What started it?" Larry asked.