CHAPTER Twenty.
_Trapped!_ "Get the money," said Ronicky to Jerry Smith.
"There it is!" He pointed to the drawer, where McKeever, as banker, had kept the money.
The wounded man in the meantime had disappeared.
"How much is ours ?" asked Jerry Smith.
"All you find there," answered Ronicky calmly.
"But there's a big bunch--large bills, too.

McKeever was loaded for bear." "He loses--the house loses it.

Out in my country, Jerry, that wouldn't be half of what the house would lose for a little trick like what's been played on us tonight.

Not the half of what the house would lose, I tell you! He had us trimmed, Jerry, and out West we'd wreck this joint from head to heels." The diffident Jerry fingered the money in the drawer of the table uncertainly.

Ronicky Doone swept it up and thrust it into his pocket.
"We'll split straws later," said Ronicky.