As it was, the first intimation they
had of anything unusual was a stern command to surrender.
"Throw up your hands. Quick, you blank fools!"
A masked man covered them, in each hand a six-shooter, and at his
summons the arms of the cow-punchers went instantly into the air.
Nora gave an involuntary little scream of dismay.
"Y'u don't need to be afraid, lady. Ain't nobody going to hurt
you, I reckon," the masked man growled.
" Sure they won't," Mac reassured her, adding ironically: "This
gun-play business is just neighborly frolic. Liable to happen any
day in Wyoming."
A second masked man stepped up. He, too was garnished with an
arsenal.
"What's all this talking about?" he demanded sharply.
"We just been having a little conversation seh?" returned
McWilliams, gently, his vigilant eyes searching through the
disguise of the other " Just been telling the lady that your call
is in friendly spirit. No objections, I suppose?"
The swarthy newcomer, who seemed to be in command, swore sourly.
"Y'u put a knot in your tongue, Mr. Foreman."
"Ce'tainly, if y'u prefer," returned the indomitable McWilliams.
"Shut up or I'll pump lead into you!"
"I'm padlocked, seh.
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