They'll think they've choked us, when we don't come out on the rush, shooting.

But they'll wait quite a time to make sure.

They don't like my style so well that they'll hurry me." He smiled sourly at the thought.

"And we got time to learn a lot of things that we'll never find out, unless we know right now, pronto!" He stepped before the girl, as he spoke.

"How come you knew we were in there?
How come you to get down here?
How come you to risk everything you got to let us out through the treasure room of Mark's gang ?" He had guessed as shrewdly as he could, and he saw, by her immediate wincing, that the shot had told.
"You strange, mad, wild Westerner!" she exclaimed.