“Another step, and I fire!” cried the woman harshly.
“Go ahead,” said Mr. Maturin. “I’ll teach you to stop me betting! And I hate your face.”
“Oh, dear; oh, dear!” the woman suddenly cried with a face of fear and, lowering her revolvers, fled into the house.
Mr. Trevor was so surprised that he could scarcely speak. Mr. Maturin laughed so much that he could not speak.
“What’s there to laugh about?” Mr. Trevor asked at last.
“It’s funny. They’ve had us, let’s face it. Come on, let’s follow her in.”
“She may shoot,” Mr. Trevor cautioned.
“Shoot my eye!” sighed Beau Maturin.
Once in the house, Mr. Trevor stopped spellbound. There were voices, there was laughter—from the room of the two corpses!
“They’re laughing at us!” said Mr. Trevor.