“I thought I heard the sound of a blow,” said Sidney.
“You did; I clouted him over the head with his own revolver, and I’ve got the gun here.”
“I wish you hadn’t done that, Ray.”
“But what could I have done, Sid?—just turn my money over to him and wait meekly to see if he wanted to kill me?”
“Of course not, but you needn’t have taken his gun.”
“I wasn’t going to lose so good a chance to get a gun, and I simply had to make him keep quiet till I could get out of the way.”
“Well, I’m glad enough to have you safe here, anyway.”
“What kind of a place is this?” asked Raymond.
“I can’t imagine,” replied his brother. “I thought it might be the roof of a house when I climbed the ladder, but there seems to be a house of some sort up here; I think that is a door.”
“Suppose we go and investigate,” suggested Raymond.