If we do, there'll be no way to get out of this alive.

Look yonder!" Duff swung his mad friend around, pointing to a gleam of light that shone out over the desert.
"An automobile," muttered the gambler.

"And there's another--and another! There must be six or eight of them out to-night, and all of 'em crammed with fighting men.

A shot would bring two or three carloads of ugly fellows down upon us." "What are we going to do, then ?" demanded the hotel keeper, in a menacing tone.
"Wait awhile," urged the gambler.

"You're seeing what the plan of the enemy is.