"But I was lying with my eyes closed, and keeping mighty quiet.
I was trying to hear your breathing, so I could decide whether you had come to your senses, when all of a sudden you sat up and freed my hands.
Ugh!" he added with disgust, as he reached up and slipped the remnant of rawhide noose from around his neck.
"What'll we do with this snake and, his weak-minded brother ?" asked Jeff dryly.

"Tie 'em up and ship 'em into Paloma ?" "Fire off your revolver two or three times," suggested Tom, who had caught a faint, far away sound of an automobile.

"That may bring a machine over here." "You shoot, Rafe," urge Moore.

"I'll want to keep my weapon handy for this crooked card-sharp." Rafe obligingly emptied one of his revolvers into the air.

From a distance came the honk of an automobile horn, as though in answer to the signal shots.