“Never!”
Dix, for that was really Barker’s name, attempted to draw his pistol.
Now came a rush from the other side of the track, and suddenly a pot of burning red fire lit up the scene.
“Surrender, in the name of the law!”
“Trapped!” yelled Casco. “Boys, we must fight for it.”
“But you sha’n’t do any fighting,” added Frank, and, rushing up behind the scar-faced man, the young man wrenched the pistol from his hand and knocked him down.
Raymond turned to flee, but one of the officers caught him, while Mavelt was also secured, and in five minutes more the entire gang was under arrest.
“Who gave us away?” demanded Dix, while he was being taken to the train.
“I had that pleasure,” returned Bob. “I told you I would come out on top, Dix.”
“Just wait till I get out of this scrape, I’ll——”