"That is--" "Ah!" murmured the man of the sneer.

"You seem rather relieved that I have guessed he left the house.

In that case--" Ronicky Doone had held the latch of the door turned back for some time.

Now he pushed it open and stepped out.

He was only barely in time, for the man of the sneer was turning quickly in his direction, since there was only one hiding place in the room.
He was brought up with a shock by the sight of Ronicky's big Colt, held at the hip and covering him with absolute certainty.