“That’s Hashknife Hartley’s voice,” said Fohl.
Angel swore hollowly. It sounded as though he was losing his nerve.
“How about the upstairs winders?” queried One-Eye. “We could drop to the ground, Jim.”
“And get shot en route, eh?” sneered Fohl. “They’d be lookin’ for us to do that.”
Suddenly the front door banged open. Langley, who was on the floor in the connecting doorway, fired three times toward the doorway and then rolled into the corner. But there was no answering shot. Langley swore impotently. He had forgotten to lock the door.
“Keep out of line with the door,” warned Langley.
“They’re afraid of hurtin’ the girl!” exclaimed Fohl. “By God, we’ve got the best of ’em, Jim!”
“Water,” begged Briggs. “They’re burnin’ the house.”
“Please get him some water,” said Lila. “Won’t somebody get him some water?”
“Don’t pay any attention to him,” said Angel.