Another, quickly sensing a staged surprise, followed the example.

It was just the finishing touch necessary,--the old-time hold-up of the old-time dance.
The "bandit" strode forward.
"Out from be'ind that bar! Drop that gun!" he commanded of the white-aproned attendant.

"Out from that roulette wheel.

Everybody line up! Quick--and there ain't no time for foolin'." Chattering and laughing, they obeyed, the sheriff, his star gleaming, standing out in front of them all, shivering in mock fright, his hands higher than any one's.

The bandit, both revolvers leveled, stepped forward a foot or so, and again ordered speed.