I
don't see why we have to hang around this place forever. She ought to be
half way to Paris by now."
"They don't want to take chances, Bill, till the excitement blows over."
"Well, you an' your mother just keep your hands off of her while I'm
out, that's all," warned Bill Briggs.
The trap-door was closed, and Bonner heard the other occupant of the
room shuffle out into the night. He was not long in deciding what to do.
Here was the chance to dispose of one of the bandits, and he was not
slow to seize it. There was a meeting in the thicket a few minutes
later, and Bill was "out of the way" for the time being. Wicker Bonner
dropped him with a sledge-hammer blow, and when he returned to the cabin
Bill was lying bound and gagged in the tent, a helpless captive.
His conqueror, immensely satisfied, supplied himself with the surplus
ends of "guy ropes" from the tent and calmly sat down to await the
approach of the one called Sam, he who had doubtless gone to a
rendezvous "for news." He could well afford to bide his time. With two
of the desperadoes disposed of in ambuscade, he could have a fairly even
chance with the man called Davy.
It seemed hours before he heard the stealthy approach of some one moving
through the bushes. He was stiff with cold, and chafing at the
interminable delay, but the approach of real danger quickened his blood
once more.
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