"Where was you?" snapped Wolf, venomously. "Talk fast!"
"I don't remember," answered Two-Spot.
"You was in yore hang-out under this floor," accused Wolf. "Did you see me?"
"It was too dark," answered the tramp, flashing an appealing look at Dave, whose face was growing red again.
"Not with th' light streamin' out of them side windows! Who did you tell?"
"I didn't see you."
"Who did you tell? Th' Double X?"
"No; it was too dark."
Warned by a premonition of impending disaster, and feeling that they were unawed, and restrained only by reason, Wolf ordered the three armed men to turn their backs to him, which they did with a slowness which in itself was an insult. He took the guns of Dailey and Fanning and ordered Dave to come out and join them. Dave took time enough to keep his dignity unsmirched. Free from the necessity of keeping a high-tension vigilance, Wolf walked up to Two-Spot and struck him on the face with the heel of his hand.
"Did you tell th' Double X?" he demanded. "D—n you, answer me!"