“Ramsay.”
Quick as lightning. Nick put away the handcuffs and developed a second revolver.
Covering Gillman with the gun in his right hand, Nick turned partly around.
“Tell him to come in,” he whispered again.
As Gillman carried out the order, Nick pushed back the bolt with the muzzle of the weapon held in his right hand.
Then two things happened, and happened simultaneously.
The incandescent light was turned off, leaving the room in total darkness, and a rush of heavy feet followed the bursting in of the door.
Nick discharged his revolvers, but the rush of his enemies was not stayed.
He was assailed from all sides, and when he found the quarters too close for revolver work, he gripped the weapons by the barrel and clubbed them to right and left.
But the odds were overwhelming.