“I guess we’d better climb down cellar, then, and pretty lively, too.”
“No, we won’t,” replied Herbert, decidedly. “I have had all of that prison I want. We will fight it out here.”
“All right, then, I’ll shut this door down, or we might get thrown down cellar in the fight.”
“So we might, and—— Ah, here he comes!” said young Randolph, detecting the sound of footsteps, as old Gunwagner approached.
gunwagner bursts into the room in a furious mood.
“Stand in front of the counter, so that he will see you when he opens the door, and——”
“But the revolver!” interrupted Bob.
He had now entirely relinquished the leadership, for in Herbert Randolph he recognized his superior.