“It’s some of his funny business, I’ll bet. He’s just making fools out of us again, or trying to, but he doesn’t play that game twice with me—not me.” One of the men stepped quickly to Gordon’s side and swung his fist, but the Texan’s foot shot out and the fellow went sprawling.
CHAPTER VI
CAPTURE
“Any of you other men want what’s coming to you?” Gordon snarled as he stood over his victim, a black automatic in each hand. The men who were advancing menacingly on him stopped in their tracks and swore furiously.
“Keep your shirts on, all of you,” the leader snapped. “You fellows want to remember that I am running this picnic and you are here to obey orders. Gordon, put up those irons or I’ll rake you with the machine gun.” As he spoke the one man who had remained in the plane rose in the cock-pit and swung the shiny nose of the weapon on the group.
“He’s such a liar,” one growled.
“I’ve told you the truth,” Gordon answered and his face was dark, but he slipped the guns in his pockets.
“You can hardly blame the boys for doubting your word.”
“I do blame them, Cardow; I’ve told you the truth.”
“You said that you came here with Alonzo and that trapper. Who else came with you?” Cardow demanded.