"Hands up!" ordered Bet and there was no sign of fear in her voice.
The ruffians raised their hands high in the air, but the foremost one smiled.
Bet's anger rose. "Don't come a step nearer! And don't fool yourself!
We know how to shoot—and shoot to kill!"
Kit wanted to laugh, for Bet was repeating word for word what she had read only a few days before in a western story.
But Bet's next question was her own. "How much is Kie Wicks paying you for this job?" she asked.
One man started to take a step forward, but Bet's gun menaced him.
"Stand right where you are! Not a step nearer! Answer my question!"
"Five dollars apiece!" growled the second man. "'T ain't enough!"
"Of course it isn't. He short-changed you. The job is worth twice as much," said Bet indignantly.
The men looked pleased.