“Sure to be,” returned Terry. “That is, if we can take friend Peters’ word for it. He spilled all this dope when he’d had an argument with the rest of the gang.”
“Then let’s go—” said Bill. “You stand to one side, Dorothy.”
“Shucks!” With a twist of the handle, that young lady threw the door wide and jumped into the room.
“Hands up! Stick ’em up!” she cried.
Two of the three men seated at the table complied at once with her command. Their hands shot above their heads with the rapidity of lightning. The third reached for a revolver that lay amongst the scattered cards.
“Bang!”
The man gave a cry of pain and caught at his shattered wrist with his other hand.
Startled by the sudden detonation just behind her, Dorothy almost dropped her gun.
“Dog-gone it!” Terry seemed annoyed.
“What’s the matter?” Bill still covered the men.