Then Barrack spoke in a voice of controlled fury. “What are you two doing here?”
Ken opened his eyes a fraction of an inch into the bright white light. It was enough to show him the gun that Barrack was holding leveled at their heads.
CHAPTER XI
A SCHEME FOR ATTACK
Barrack kept his pistol pointed at them. “Cal!” he shouted.
Inside the cabin there was a crash.
Ken could visualize what had happened. The big man in the turtle-neck sweater, hurrying toward the door, had apparently knocked down a chair in the crowded little room.
For an instant Barrack’s eyes shifted toward the cabin doorway.
Sandy moved before the man’s glance had refocused. Like a steel spring uncoiling, his six feet straightened out—one shoulder forward, aimed for Barrack’s midriff.