A pair of knives clattered to the floor.
"Face about, both of you, and go out. The first to make a break gets a shot in the back."
At Ted's command both men obeyed. When they were outside in the sunlight, Ted looked them over. Both had revolvers in their holsters.
"Take their revolvers away from them, Stella," said Ted.
As the girl moved forward to comply with the request of Ted Strong, the men stared at her in amazement.
"Now, which of you is Tom?" asked Ted.
"I am," said one of them.
"You lie!" answered Ted. "I know you by your voice. You are not Tom:—you are Bill."
"Yes, I'm Tom," said the other fellow.
"That's right," said Ted.