"How did you manage it?" he whispered.
"Black-jack," Puffy grinned. "They were interested in you. It wasn't hard."
eorge Lardner was frightened. The tommy gun was aimed at his head and he knew Puffy Adams wouldn't hesitate when the time came to shoot. He sat up slowly, eyes on the pair by the wall. Then like a shot he rolled quickly over and over into the darkness beyond the lighted area. His voice, harsh and powerful shouted.
"Get them, quick!"
A hail of lead swept the air over his head as Puffy jerked backward.
"It's the firing squad," Adams shouted. He dropped to one knee and opened up wide.
Lardner was snarling something unintelligible. Guns swept around on the men by the wall. Then from within the circle of men compressed hell broke loose. Someone was opening up a deadly fire from within the ranks. Gunmen screamed in pain and turned their guns in every direction, trying to determine who had betrayed them.
"Run for it, Drake. Down the tunnel."