"But what do you say? Shall he not sup
with us first?"
"A good idea!" exclaimed his lieutenant.
Hal had been thinking rapidly. The men still held their revolvers in
their hands, but they no longer covered him. Taking advantage of this
fact, Hal suddenly dived under the bed and his two automatics were once
more in his hand.
But the two men were after him in an instant. Before he could turn and
bring his weapons to bear they had him covered, while Duval cried out:
"Come out from there, or I'll put a hole through you."
Hal realized that he could not hope to dispose of his two enemies, so
quickly shoving the two revolvers into his clothes, he once more emerged
and got to his feet.
"What are you, an ostrich?" demanded Duval, with a slight smile. "Think
if you get your head out of sight you are safe?"
Hal made no reply, but he felt considerably more comfortable with his two
automatics reposing safely at hand.
"Well, we might as well give the doomed a little bite to hold him up,"
said Duval, with a smirk.
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