“Now, then, young feller, don’t go tryin’ any monkeyshines. You bring that wood in peaceable, or—”
Quick as light his right hand fluttered and a bullet spat into the threshold of the door, so that Perry’s descending foot covered the hole.
Even Henderson, crouched against the wall and watching his partner with veiled speculation and anxiety, was impressed by this display. He drew in his breath sharply. Nick was frankly frightened.
“See?” said the fat man, replacing the automatic in his hip pocket. “An’ Perry an’ Tony are most as good as that, too. It’s easier to draw from a holster,” he added in explanation.
“Yes, sir,” answered Nick. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”
His bonds were removed and he hurried out, rubbing his wrists.
“Shut that door!” roared the fat man.
Nick rushed back and closed it.
The fat man turned to Henderson.
“How long will it take him to get that wood?” he inquired. “No fooling, now!”