"You will never escape from here alive, my friend," he leered. "What you have told me is not exactly news. At this moment you are covered."
"Yes?" mocked The Kid.
"Come in, major!" cried Don Floristo.
A door at one end of the room, which had been standing half ajar, now opened. Framed in the doorway was the bloated, fat figure of Major Stover. In his hand was a derringer. Its twin black muzzles were leveled at Kiel Wolf's heart.
The major's face twisted into an exulting grin as his piglike eyes fell on Kid Wolf.
"We meet again," he grated.
"You see, Señor Keed Wolf," said Don Floristo, "that we have you. By accident, Señor Wolf, your plans miscarried. Thinking I could sell you a ranch, as you were buying cattle, I sent a rider al instante for my friend, the Major Stover. He came at once, and when I described you——" He laughed harshly.
The Don removed The Kid's revolvers and threw them on the table. The major's derringer did not waver.
"I see that yo' have prepared quite a surprise pahty fo' me," said The Kid calmly. "Remember that theah are all sorts of surprises. I didn't have to come back heah, yo' know. The cattle I want are at Mariposa."
"Then why are you here, fool?" the don sneered.