“Everybody have a drink!” shouted the leader of the party, looking around the room.
All except Snell got up and went to the bar.
“Come on, stranger,” yelled the leader.
Snell, seeing that he was spoken to, got up slowly and started toward the bar.
His face was pale, and it was evident to Patsy that he wished he were not there.
When he was halfway to the bar he turned suddenly and made for the stairway door.
He passed through quickly, closed the door behind him, and all in the room heard the click of the lock as he turned the key.
“Well, I’ll be durned!” exclaimed the leader.
As he spoke he drew a revolver from his belt, and, with the quick motions of a Westerner, pointed it toward the door.