to follow your lead."
Jim Duff didn't accept the challenge. Instead, he crouched behind two of
his followers, taking deliberate aim with his revolver at Bodson.
But he never fired that cowardly shot. Like a flash from the sky came an
interruption that created panic among the assembled scoundrels.
"Here we have 'em, gentlemen," announced the steady voice of
Superintendent Hawkins from the western end of the gully. "Get 'em all
rounded up. If they've done Mr. Reade and Mr. Hazelton any injury then
don't let one of them get away alive."
The low sand piles near by seemed swarming with men. The steel barrels
of firearms glistened even in the darkness.
The scout had been sent out to the eastward. None had thought of
watching the western approach to the gully.
"Shoot, boys!" screamed Jim Duff, wheeling in a sudden frenzy of
desperation. He fired straight in the direction of Hawkins's voice.
In another instant the air was rent with the sound of shots. Flashes
from many revolvers lit up the darkness almost as well as torches could
have done.
Jim Duff, having started his followers to firing, stole off in the
darkness, leaving them to bear the brunt of the return fire of Hawkins
and his men.
George Ashby lay on the ground bound as he had been left, his sawed-off
shotgun not far away and his belt full of shells.
"Rouse yourself, Ash!" muttered the gambler, as he slashed the hotel
man's bonds with his knife. "Get your gun, but don't use it now. Move
quickly, and we'll get away from here and take Reade and Hazelton with
us. Put your mind on your work, Ash, and follow my orders. Don't try to
think too much for yourself. Here, this way!"
The scene of the fighting had already shifted from the immediate
neighborhood of the twin trees. Duff guided his mad companion along in
the darkness until they halted close to where the two engineers stood
bound, powerless to join in the fray.
"Shall we shoot them here and now?" whispered Ashby, a wild light
glittering in his eyes.
"No," returned Duff. "We'll sneak up behind them, club them with
revolvers and carry, them off. Then we can do as we please with them.
You quiet Hazelton and I'll attend to Reade."
The two scoundrels crept up behind their victims.
A moment later Duff quickly cut the lariat about the neck of Tom Reade,
who had been rendered unconscious from the terrific blow dealt him by
the gambler. Ashby had been equally successful in "quieting" Hazelton.
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