"You—you geet away?"
"Looks like it."
"But—but me—me tie you ver' hard," the man stammered.
"You sure did but not hard enough."
"How you geet untie?"
"That's telling. Hands up there," he ordered sharply as another of the breeds appeared in the doorway.
Instead of obeying the man dodged back into the room and Bob's heart almost stopped. What if the fellow had a gun? He could easily shoot them both from a window.
"You geet all our gun."
Bob was not sure whether the sentence was a question or a statement of fact.
"I hope so," he said.