"
The Apache lieutenant slowly moved toward the edge of the bed and Hal
lowered his weapons. This act almost proved the lad's undoing.
A second revolver suddenly flashed in the hand of the man in the bed, and
he cried in a stern voice:
"Hands up!"
Hal, taken absolutely by surprise, could do nothing but obey.
"You see the tables are turned again," said the man in the bed
pleasantly. "You should always remember that a man may keep one of his
revolvers under his pillow."
Hal was crestfallen, and he showed it plainly. However, he still held his
own weapons in his upraised hands, and he had no mind to release the
weapons if there was any way in which he could avoid it.
"Put those guns on the table, and be quick about it," ordered his enemy
and slipped from the bed to the floor.
Hal advanced slowly toward the table, and laid down the revolver he held
in his right hand. The man in the bed took a step toward him. It was the
moment for which the lad had been waiting and he acted instantly.
Slowly his weapon came down, and then it suddenly flashed in the Apache's
face as the lad's hand pressed the trigger.
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