He emptied the revolver into the body of the prostrate man.
The others threw themselves upon Dick Denton and bound him with a rope they found upon the floor—the one Sam Cole had bound Skip Brodie with.
A cry of agony escaped Dell Ladley when Owens fired upon her husband.
Skip’s pistol lay upon the table; grasping it, she rushed upon Rusty, and when but a few feet from him, fired.
The fellow rolled over upon the body of his victim, dead.
One of the ruffians picked up a chair, and brought it down with such crushing force upon Dell Ladley’s head that she sank to the floor insensible.
Dick Denton raved and swore, struggling the while to free himself, but unsuccessfully.
The ruffians examined their leader and found that he was dead.
“Shoot that fellow,” suggested one, pointing to Dick Denton.
“Yes, kill him,” added another, who was about to do so.