"Stop!" ordered Kennedy.
The crook did so. As Craig moved toward him, he waited, cold sweat breaking out on his face.
"Say," he whined, "you let me be!"
It was ineffectual. Kennedy, still smiling confidently, came closer, still holding the deadly little box, balanced between two fingers.
He took the crook's gun and dropped it into his pocket.
"Sit down!" ordered Craig.
Outside, the other six parleyed in hoarse whispers. One raised a gun, but the woman and the others restrained him and fled.
"Take me to your master!" demanded Kennedy.
The crook remained silent.
"Where is he?" repeated Craig. "Tell me!"