[CHAPTER II.]
IN THE HANDS OF CIMARRON BILL.
A shout quickly brought an answer.
"Gentlemen," said Frank, "I'm for a parley. What say you?"
"We're willing. Parley away."
"If you were to get those papers I suppose you would feel yourselves perfectly well satisfied?"
"I reckon you've hit it good an' fair."
"Such being the case, if I come forth with hands up and empty, I take it you won't take the trouble to shoot me up any?"
"None at all," was the assurance promptly given. "If you comes out like that, you has our promise not to do any shooting whatever."
"And how about the gentlemen below?"