Dean rose to a sitting posture, and quietly drew out the revolver from underneath his pillow.
"What are you doing there?" he demanded.
The intruder started, and, turning quickly, fixed his eyes upon Dean. He didn't appear so much alarmed as angry at the interruption.
"Lie down, and keep still, if you know what's good for yourself, kid!" he said, in a menacing tone.
"And let you rob my friend? Not much!" said Dean, boldly. "Lay down those clothes!"
"When I get ready."
"I command you to lay them down!" said Dean, boldly.
"I'll wring your neck if you don't keep quiet," said the robber, quietly.
"Rawson!" cried Dean, raising his voice.
"Confusion!" muttered the thief, as, dropping his booty, he took a step towards Dean's bed.