"Gracious! We can't have any shooting with women and children
standing around to get hit!" gasped Tom Reade.
CHAPTER II
TROUBLE BREWS ON THE TRAIL
So silent had been the approach of Tom and his waif companion
that those below had not perceived them.
Moreover, judging from the expressions on the faces of the people
almost at Reade's feet, they were all too deeply absorbed in their
own business to have any eyes or ears for outside matters.
Through the scene below was one of armed truce that might, at any
moment, break into hostilities, with human lives at stake, Tom
glanced coolly downward for a few seconds after his first startled,
unheard remark.
"I'm going, to duck out of this," whispered Alf Drew, whose slim
little figure was shaking in a way suggestive of chills.
"Don't be in a hurry," Tom murmured. "We may be of some use to
some of these people."
"Tote those guns away, friends," spoke one of the revolver-armed
men with the automobile party, "and march yourselves under the
guns.
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