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.