“Where’s Langley?” demanded Angel in a hoarse whisper.
“Over by one of the front winders,” replied One-Eye.
“I think he went upstairs,” said Fohl. “I heard him.”
“I thought I heard him up there,” said Angel. “I wish them damned fools would start somethin’.”
“Don’t worry—they will,” assured Fohl. “You kidnapped Slim Caldwell’s girl, yuh remember—and he’s out there. Why didn’t yuh rob a bank or kill somebody, instead of what yuh done? Give yoreself a fightin’ chance, Angel.”
“Jim’s comin’ down,” said One-Eye.
They heard him crawling from the stairway, the knees of his overalls rasping softly on the floor.
“See anybody, Jim?” asked Fohl.
“No,” he whispered. “Where are yuh, Angel?”
“Over here,” growled Angel. “What do yuh want, Jim?”