Daytime and nighttime I’m dreaming about thee.”
He knew Patsy, and probably Chick, were without and would take his song as a call for them.
Nor was he mistaken. But a few minutes passed when his quick ears heard a sound at the front door that told him the lock was being picked.
Again he seated himself at the piano, and began to sing and play. The brutes were attentive upon him.
But, through the corner of his eye, he saw Chick at the hall door.
Wheeling about on the piano stool, he sprang to his feet, and, drawing his revolver, cried out:
“Down, you dogs!”
Chick sprang into the room from the front door and Patsy came in from the rear room, revolvers up.
The brutes, taken by astonishment, could not rally in time, and, seeing they were powerless, threw up their hands.
“Take their guns, Patsy,” said Nick.