“Empty!”
With that word, he flung it at the man’s feet.
“Waal, I be darned!” gasped Gallup, and then he roared with laughter.
This laughing seemed to infuriate the one who claimed to be the husband.
“Curse you!” he snarled, catching up the revolver. “It won’t take long to load it!”
He plunged a hand into his pocket, as if reaching for cartridges.
“I wouldn’t advise you to load it, sir,” said Merry, placidly. “It will go harder with you if you are found with a loaded weapon when the officer comes.”
“The officer?”
“Yes. Hodge, call a boy and send out for a policeman.”
“Then you mean——”