“Nothing more?”
“Nothing more, mister!”
“Nor less?”
“Nor less!”
“Up with him!” roared Badger, turning fiercely to his confederates.
Patsy felt the rope draw taut around his neck.
Just then, however, from some quarter outside, there rang out upon the still evening air the sharp, spiteful crack of a revolver.
It was mingled with a single agonized yelp—and a bloodhound lay stretched upon the greensward, shot squarely between his eyes!