“Hands up! By thunder, we’ve got you now!”
CHAPTER XI—A LIVELY EVENING
For a moment none of the boys said a word. Then Chot burst into a laugh, believing the best thing to do was to “jolly” the men.
“Yes; you’ve got us all right, but I think some explanations are in order.”
“You’re right, young fellow,” said one of the men. “Explanations are in order, and you’re going to make ’em.”
“What is there to explain?”
“Lots o’ things.”
“For instance?”
“Never mind for instance. Hank, line this bunch up over yonder, then put some more trash on that fire so it won’t go out I think we’ve got the fellows we want, all right.”
Hank jammed two immense pistols into his belt and did as his companion ordered. Hank was a young man, probably twenty years old, heavy set, with the appearance of having always lived off the fat of the land. The other—Dave, he had been called by Hank—was long and lean with a scraggly mustache, a man of at least forty.