“Joe Snell and Pat Brady had the drop on us.”
“Come!”
“Where?”
“We will pay Murphy a visit.”
“Don’t ask me to walk through the streets with these on, please.”
Enoch held out his manacled wrists. After a moment’s hesitation, Burt removed the handcuffs.
“Enoch,” he said, “if you do the square thing, I may befriend you; try to escape, and I will shoot you down.”
“I give you my word I shall not try to escape,” said Cook.
The rascal meant to keep his word. Upon arriving at Murphy’s, Burt rang the bell. A young man’s head appeared at one of the upper windows.
“What do you want?”