“Dat our beesness. You come, oui?”
“Yes, we will—not,” Bob snapped, exasperated by the man’s insolent manner.
“I tink mebby you change mind, oui,” the man sneered, as he, with a move so quick that the eye could hardly follow it, pulled from an inner pocket an ugly looking revolver.
Bob’s heart sank, as he had been relying on the fact that they all three had revolvers as a last resort. But now it was too late, as he knew the man would shoot if they made the least movement toward drawing them.
“Well, I guess that does put a slightly different light on the proposition,” and he turned to the others with a look which told them that it was useless to resist.
But Rex was not satisfied.
“See here,” he began, addressing the big breed. “If it’s money you want——”
“You got money, eh,” the breed interrupted, and instantly Rex realized that he had made a bad blunder. “We get der money after while. You come now,” he ordered, motioning to one of his companions to start the dogs.
“We’ll have to take our medicine,” Bob whispered. “Don’t do anything to make them mad. It won’t do any good and most of these fellows have ungovernable tempers.”
But at that moment, just as the driver swung his long lash over the backs of the dogs and gave the order “mush,” a startling interruption came.