uch a fool as to walk into this place without
taking precautions," he said contemptuously. "You won't shoot, Barney,
because since I knew I might meet you and you'd pull a gun, I had myself
searched by two friends just before I came up here. They'll testify I
was not armed. They know you, and know you so well that they'll be able
to identify the thing in your hand as your gun. So no matter what Maggie
and Jimmie may testify, the verdict will be cold-blooded murder and
the electric chair will be your finish. And that's why I know you won't
shoot. So you might as well put the gun away."

Barney neither spoke nor moved.

"I've called your bluff, Barney," Larry said sharply. "Put that gun
away, or I'll take it from you!"

Barney's glare wavered. The pistol sank from its position. With a
lightning-swift motion Larry wrenched it from Barney's hand.

"Guess I'd better have it, after all," he said, slipping it into a
pocket. "Keep you out of temptation."

And then in a subdued voice that was steely with menace: "I'm too busy
to attend to you now, Barney--but, by God, I'm going to square things
with you for the dirt you've done me, and I'm going to show you up for
a stool and a squealer!" He wheeled on Old Jimmie. "And the only reason
I'll be easy with you, Jimmie Carlisle, is because you are Maggie's
father--though you're the rottenest thing as a father God ever let
breathe!"

Old Jimmie shrank slightly before Larry's glower, and his little eyes
gleamed with the fear of a rat that is cornered. But he said nothing.

Larry turned his back upon the two men. "We're through with this bunch,
Maggie. Put on a hat and a wrap, and let's go. We can send for your
things."

"No you don't, Maggie," snarled Barney, before Maggie could speak.

Old Jimmie made his first positive motion since entering the room. He
shifted quickly to Maggie's side and seized her arm.

"You're my daughter, and you stay with me!" he ordered. "I brought
you up, and you do exactly what I tell you to! You're not going with
Larry--he's lying about Barney. You stay with me!"

"Come on, let's go, Maggie," repeated Larry.

"You stay with me!" repeated Jimmie.

Thus ordered and appealed to, Maggie was areel with contradicting
thoughts and impulses while the three men awaited her action. In fact
she had no clear thought at all. She never knew later what determined
her course at this bewildered moment: perhaps it was partly a
continuance of her doubt of Larr