Penny stared into the grim face of Anchor Joe. Behind him came John Munn, and a man she had never seen before. In a flash she knew why they were there—to avenge themselves upon Peter Fenestra.
Quietly as the men had moved, they had been heard in the next room.
“Who’s there?” Fenestra called sharply.
John Munn and Anchor Joe stepped into the rectangle of light, their revolvers trained upon the man.
“Just three of your old pals, Otto,” drawled Anchor Joe. “Reach!”
“Listen, Joe, you got me all wrong,” Peter Fenestra whined. “I can explain why I kept the gold. I’ll give it all to you if that’s what you want. I’ll do anything—don’t shoot.”
“Shootin’ would be too good for you,” retorted Anchor Joe. “We got other plans.” His face was dark with rage.
“Sure, we know how to deal with a traitor,” added John Munn, deftly whisking a revolver from Fenestra’s hip pocket. “You thought you could hide from us. You thought by changing your name, and coming to this out-of-the-way town you could fool us. Why, you dirty rat, you even thought you could get by with pushing me off a bridge!”
“Your greed kept you here,” taunted Anchor Joe. “You couldn’t bear to leave any of those gold bars behind.”
“You thought you’d melt down the last of ’em tonight and skip,” added John Munn. “You’re goin’ on a long trip all right, but with us!”