Shadow made no movement until they were within a half-dozen feet of him, and then he slightly waved his deadly weapon to warn them away.
They paused.
Glaring at him, they cursed under their breaths.
To be balked was bad enough.
But to be balked in this off-hand, cool, easy manner, was far worse.
But what could they do?
They could not fail to see and understand that a revolver was aimed at them with deadly intent.
They well knew that a bullet is a messenger which travels rapidly, and if the mulatto's aim was as true as his arm was steady, to attempt to rush on him would be the death-signal of at least one of their number.
This fact was evident.
And they hung back in an undecided state of mind.