“None,” answered Tom shortly. His face was pallid and set, though he did not show any other sign of fear.
“Hazelton?”
“One tree is as good as another,” Harry answered in a strangely quiet voice.
In the midst of an impressive silence, and with motions that seemed oddly unreal to the tended victims, Duff placed the two young engineers. A lariat was thrown over a low limb of each of the trees. Then, with slightly trembling hands the gambler adjusted a over the neck of each bound boy.
CHAPTER XXII. TOM AND HARRY VANISH
“How d'ye like that, Rafe?” queried Jeff Moore, as Jim Duff stepped back and viewed the young engineers with a diabolical smile before giving the fatal signal.
“I don't like it,” muttered Bodson.
“No more do I.”
“Shall we stop it?”