“Not yet, I tell you!”
And Rattray was in the room, a silver-mounted pistol in each hand; the sight of these was a surprise to his treacherous confederates, as even I could see.
“What the devil are you two doing here?” he thundered.
“We thought he was too quite, said Santos. “You percive the rizzon.”
And he waved from empty bed to open window, then held the candle close to the tied sheet, and shrugged expressively.
“Not yet, I tell you!”
And Rattray was in the room, a silver-mounted pistol in each hand; the sight of these was a surprise to his treacherous confederates, as even I could see.
“What the devil are you two doing here?” he thundered.
“We thought he was too quite, said Santos. “You percive the rizzon.”
And he waved from empty bed to open window, then held the candle close to the tied sheet, and shrugged expressively.
