"He's warning some one in the next room."
"I'll see!"
The boy dashed out into the hall.
Old King Brady had his pistol in his hand.
Taking aim at the man's head, he roared in stern tones:
"Drop on your knees!"
"Oh, don't fiair!" yelled La Croix, obeying.
"Raise your hands!"
"Sairtainly, Monsieur."
"Now don't budge, or—"