“Yeh, ’s me! Say——!”
Westy pushed the gun closer and Bull wriggled uncomfortably.
“Say, open up, will youse? I gotta put youse hip to sometin!”
As the door slid open slowly, throwing the light about the darkened area where they were standing, Westy and Rip jumped quickly and quietly back into the protecting shadows.
CHAPTER V—A STEP TO GLORY?
“Throw ’em down and out here quick!” Westy called out of the night.
Three guns immediately came tumbling out on the ground and within a few feet of each other. Their former owners were using violent language in deference to Bull and accusing him of being a stool pigeon, while he vainly protested his innocence.
Westy whispered something to Rip and resumed his authoritative manner.
“Get up there, you, Bull, and line up with the gang in the back of that car!”
Very submissively he ambled up and the gang obediently moved backward. Westy and Rip gathered up the guns hastily and fairly leaped inside the car, a revolver in each hand. Their captives gasped with astonishment, giving one another, particularly Bull, a look of total disgust.