"I c'n explain," said Rogers huskily. "I c'n show Silent how I'm helpless."
Footsteps went up and down the room.
"If they start anything," said Rogers, "I'll mark down the names of the ringleaders and I'll give 'em hell afterwards. That'll soothe Jim some."
"You won't know 'em. They'll wear masks."
Dan opened the door and stepped into the room. Rogers started up with a curse and gripped his revolver.
"I never knew you was so fond of gun play," said Dan. "Maybe that gun of yours would be catchin' cold if you was to leave it out of the leather long?"
The sheriff restored his revolver slowly to the holster, glowering.
"An' Rogers won't be needin' you for a minute or two," went on Dan to
Hardy.
They seemed to fear even his voice. The Wells Fargo agent vanished through the door and clattered down the steps.
"How long you been standin' at that door?" said Rogers, gnawing his lips.