“Getting jumpy,” he thought. “I must go to sleep.”
But at that moment two shadows moved quickly from the tall trees and toward the fire. With a warning shout to Jim, Terry rolled out of his blanket and reached for the nearby guns.
“Leave your hands off them guns!” snarled Sackett, as Jim kicked his way clear of his coverings.
Terry looked once at the two outlaws and the guns which they had in their hands and decided to give in. Jim scrambled to his feet and stood beside him, dismayed at the turn events had taken.
“A couple of bad pennies turned up,” muttered Terry, inwardly angry at the new developments.
“All those kids weren’t together,” said Abel, aside to Sackett.
“I see they weren’t. Well, we’ll take these youngsters along,” replied the leader, taking their guns from the tree where they were leaning.
“What do you want with us?” Jim demanded.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” retorted Sackett.
“You meddling kids made us lose the old man so we’ll just take you along for a little ride.”