“We may as well get something for our money,” said Tom.
“That’s so. Well, gentlemen, for reasons which it is unnecessary to particularize, we accept your invitation.”
“Very good,” said the chief. “Put up your revolver, then, first of all, or rather give it to me.”
“I would like to keep it.”
“Impossible. Give it up.”
Gates handed over the weapon unwillingly.
“Now give me yours,” said the chief to Morton.
The latter with trembling hand surrendered it. He was deficient in courage, and had sat silent, pale with terror, while the conference had gone on.
“Now, my young bantam,” said the robber, turning to Tom, “have you any?”
“Yes, but I should like to keep it.”