“You robber, you thief!”
“Git out,” bawled the voice, evidently that of the proprietor, “or I’ll have you put out!”
“You do, and I’ll have you in the hands of the police within twenty-four hours!”
“You will, will you?” came the snarling challenge, followed by a general commotion.
“Here’s where I take a hand!” decided Bill, and leaped into the room, now in fearful confusion.
“Stop!” cried Bill, drawing his revolver, which he had a special permit to carry at any time he wished, “or I’ll fire!”
His command was obeyed.
“Stand where you are!” Bill demanded, noting a suspicious movement on the part of several to escape.
“Bill, good old Bill!” exclaimed Tom, overjoyed.
“Yes, it’s Bill,” was the reply. “Call up Headquarters while I hold them in line.”