"Otherwise I cannot procure the funds—"
"It will not go down, sir. I will step with you into the other room, and there you will open the safe and hand out the amount."
A look of relief came suddenly into the entrapped outlaw's eyes.
Deadwood Dick read his thought. A smile curled his lips as he thought of the further surprise in store for the rascal if he acted upon the idea that had come into his mind.
"I will do that," said the outlaw.
"Very well, get up and precede me."
The man rose from his chair, taking care not to let it appear that he had any thought of reaching for a weapon.
He believed—he knew that would signal his instant death, after the treacherous manner in which he had dealt with Deadwood Dick on the former occasion, and he could not risk it.
Going to the door, he opened it, and the instant it was opened he leaped out, shouting:
"A robber! Shoot him!"