“That’s it, exactly.”
“Then what the dev——”
“Why!” interrupted Snell’s companion, “we’re here to let you know that we’re acting on the square. Prove that you’re on the square, too, and we can do business.”
The men looked at each other.
“Don’t like it,” grumbled one.
“Well,” said another, the youngest in the party, “I think they’ve got the best of the argument. Here they are, just as they agreed to be. They haven’t gone to any detectives, and it’s our business now to hand over the goods——”
Patsy was greatly interested, wondering whether this young man would persuade the gang to his way of thinking, when, without the least warning, strong hands were laid upon him.
He turned like a flash at the first touch.
His hand raised the revolver that he had been clutching from the moment when he lay down behind the rock.