But you can't stand there all night with your Winchester p'inted at me, and bime-by I'll git tired; can't we fix the matter up some way ?" "Fred," said Sterry, with the same coolness shown from the first, "slip through the door; you know where your gun is; stoop a little, so I won't have to shift my aim; when that is done we'll talk about compromise." Fred Whitney, as quick as his companion to "catch on," did instantly what was requested.

He dodged into the darkened apartment, with which, of course, he was so familiar that he needed the help of no light to find his weapon.
Had Larch Cadmus been as subtle as his master, perhaps he might have prevented this by ordering one of his men to cover Whitney with his gun, though it is more than probable that Sterry still would have forced the leading rustler to his own terms.
But there was one among the four with the cunning of a fox; he was Spark Holly, who had located the inspector when in front of the house.
At the moment Cadmus was brought up all standing, as may be said, Holly stood so far to one side that he was not in the young man's field of vision.

He, like his two companions, could have slipped off at any moment without danger to himself, but it would have been at the cost of their leader's life; nor could they shift their position and raise a weapon to fire into the room, where there was a prospect of hitting the daring youth at bay, without precipitating that catastrophe.
The instant, however, Fred Whitney turned his back on the rustlers, Holly saw his opportunity.

He vanished.
The others, more sluggish than he, held their places, dazed, wondering, stupefied, and of no more account than so many logs of wood.
Shrewd enough to do this clever thing, Spark Holly was too cautious to spoil it by allowing his movement to be observed.

Had he darted over the plain in front of the house, Mont Sterry would have seen the fleeing figure, understood what it meant, and, carrying out his threat, shot down Larch Cadmus.
Holly lost no time in dodging behind the structure, moving with the stealth of an Indian in the stillness of the night.