Wade gave a long scrutiny to the faces of these comrades of Smith, and evidently satisfied himself as to what he had to expect from them.
Wade hesitated; then stooping low, he softly swept aside the intervening boughs of spruce, glided out of the thicket into the open.

Two noiseless bounds! Another, and he was inside the door! "Howdy, rustlers! Don't move!" he called.
The surprise of his appearance, or his voice, or both, stunned the four men.

Belllounds dropped his cards, and his jaw dropped at the same instant.

These were absolutely the only visible movements.
"I'm in talkin' humor, an' the longer you listen the longer you'll have to live," said Wade.

"But don't move!" "We ain't movin'," burst out Smith.