At the same moment Margate’s threatening voice cried sharply:
“Don’t pull a gun, Carter, or I’ll drop you on the instant. I’ve got you covered.”
Nick looked up through the opening and saw the malevolent face of the rascal, also the gleam of light from the revolver aimed down at him.
“Take your hand from your pocket,” Margate sternly added. “Make sure it’s empty when you draw it out, too, or you’ll hear something drop.”
Nick removed his hand from his pocket.
“I already have heard something drop, Margate,” he coolly answered, leaning against one of the plank walls.
“You’re lucky to be alive after it,” returned Margate, with a malicious leer.
“I’m not the kind that dies easy,” Nick retorted.
“You’re booked to get yours this time, all the same.”
“Possibly.”