“You remember what I said about keepin’ your mouth shut?” he asked in a low voice, his steel-blue gaze boring into the other’s eyes.
Lamy gasped. Then he slowly nodded his head.
“That’s your bond!” said Rathburn, as tramping feet sounded overhead.
CHAPTER X
CAUGHT IN THE CELLAR
Rathburn rose and crouched under the trapdoor, gun in hand. Lamy watched him, breathless, perplexed, uncertain. They heard men running; then there were no sounds from above and a deathly stillness settled down.
Slowly and with infinite care Rathburn raised the trapdoor an inch or two and listened intently. Lamy scrambled to his knees on the pile of gunny sacks; but Rathburn swung quickly upon him. They stared at each other in the semidarkness.
“He said two,” breathed Lamy, a curious look in his eyes.