Sampson half entered, haggard, flaming-eyed.

His leveled gun did not have to move an inch to cover me.

Behind him I saw Wright and indistinctly, another man.
"Well!" gasped Sampson.

He showed amazement.

"Hands up, Russ!" I put up my hands quickly, but all the time I was calculating what chance I had to leap for my gun or dash out the light.