Somehow Leroy’s revolver seemed to jump to his hand without a motion on his part. It lay loosely in his limp fingers, unaimed and undirected.
“Say that again, please.”
Beneath the velvet of Leroy’s voice ran a note more deadly than any threat could have been. It rang a bell for a silence in which the clock of death seemed to tick. But as the seconds fled Reilly’s courage oozed away. He dared not accept the invitation to reach for his weapon and try conclusions with this debonair young daredevil. He mumbled a retraction, and flung, with a curse, out of the room.
Leroy slipped the revolver back in his holster and quoted, with a laugh:
“To every coward safety,
And afterward his evil hour.”
“What’s that?” demanded Neil. “I ain’t no coward, even if Jay is. I don’t knuckle under to any man. You got a right to ante up with some information. I want to know why you ain’t got them papers you promised to bring back with you.”
“And I, too, señor. I desire to know what it means,” added Chaves, his eyes glittering.
“That’s the way to chirp, gentlemen. I haven’t got them because Forbes blundered on us, and I had to take a pasear awful sudden. But I made an appointment to meet Collins to-morrow.”
“And you think he’ll keep it?” scoffed Neil.
“I know he will.”