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CONCLUSION.
"How long are we to keep our hands up, Duff ?" questioned Jeff.
"Quiet," hissed the gambler.

"I'm listening." "If it's for friends of ours," grimaced Rafe Bodson, "you needn't listen any longer.

We haven't any friends in either crowd now." "Quiet, I tell you!" snarled Duff.
No noise of moving automobiles came to the gambler's keen ears in the darkness of the night.
"Ready," faintly whispered Duff, giving Ashby a slight nudge.
"Shoot 'em ?" whispered the mad hotel man.
"Yes; you hit Jeff.

I'll take care of Rafe!" Just then darkness fell upon the gambler.