Give 'm quick, or I shoot!" As they stood hesitating a sound of footsteps was heard and someone approached quickly from behind them.

Patsy looked hurriedly around and saw Wampus.

He was walking with his thin little form bent and his hands deep in his trousers pockets.

Incidentally Wampus was smoking the stub of a cigar, as was his custom when off duty.
The Mexican saw him, but marking his small size and mild manner did not flinch from his position.

With one revolver still leveled at the girls he drew another from a hip pocket and turned it upon Wampus.
"You stop--halt!" he exclaimed fiercely.
Wampus did not halt.