“Did you manage to stop them?” enquired Armstrong eagerly.
“I think I did,” was the reply.
There had been a flash of hope in Armstrong’s eyes, but it now died down to dejection again.
“I am sorry for that,” he said.
Stranleigh gazed at him in astonishment.
“You don’t mean to say that you approve of such violence?”
“Oh, well,” said Armstrong nonchalantly, “when a man’s in a corner, he’ll do most anything, and at such times a little gun play is not out of place. I’ll bet the boys would have stopped that sale.”
“Doubtless, but what good would that do?”
“We should gain breathing space, and perhaps Ricketts wouldn’t go on with his villainy.”
“But it would land all your men in gaol.”