"Let's divide up that ammunition, now," he said.
This was done and the three returned to the parlor. Frank glanced at his watch.
"Five minutes to twelve," he said. "We'll wait until midnight and not a second longer."
To this the others agreed.
"I guess you were right after all," Frank told his companions. "Still I can't understand this thing at all."
"You'll probably understand it better when you stick your head out the door and a bullet hits close to it," said Harris, grimly.
"No; I don't believe there is anything like that going to happen,"
Frank declared. "Maybe he was detained and couldn't get back on time."
"When he gets back he'll find us missing," said Harris.
"He will unless he hurries," Frank agreed.
The minutes passed slowly; but at last the hands of Frank's watch pointed to midnight.