“My idea exactly,” Patsy agreed.
“Come on. We’ll lose no time in discussing it. We’ll nail him at once.”
They hastened around the corner mentioned, then sauntered into the barroom, as if with no more aggressive intent than to buy a couple of drinks.
Slugger Sloan was leaning against the bar with a glass of whisky in front of him.
Chick and Patsy pretended to be about to pass him, then the former turned quickly and seized the crook’s arms, confining them to either side.[Pg 36]
Patsy whipped out his revolver at the same moment and thrust it under the gunman’s nose.
“Don’t get gay, Slugger,” he advised coolly. “We want you!”
Sloan scowled defiantly at both, but made no resistance.
“What’s it all about?” he asked, with affected indifference, while Chick handcuffed him and removed a revolver from his pocket.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked, confronting him.