His hands went out like a flash.
There was a smile on his lips as Jimmie removed his revolver, but his
jaw was threatening.
"And so you are just common thieves?" he said.
"Aw, quit it!" Jimmie answered. "We're taking care of you so you
won't fall over a precipice and hurt yourself."
"You'll find very little money on me," Bradley went on. "I've sent in
to the city for a couple of hundred. You ought to have waited a few
days."
"We don't want your money," Frank cut in, "all we want is the benefit
of your society for a time."
Bradley flushed angrily when Jimmie adroitly snapped a pair of
handcuffs on his outstretched wrists, but he made no protest.
"Now you can put down your hands," Jimmie announced. "They'll get
stiff if you hold 'em out too long. Now, sit down and pick out your
hotel. You may have a room in most any section of this district.
Immaterial to us where we put you!"
"What does it mean?" demanded Bradley. "I presume you boys know what
you are doing. There's law in this state, as wild as this country
looks to be. You'll get years behind prison bars for this."
"Before I forget it," Jimmie asked, with a wink at Frank, "I want you
to tell me something. Will you?"
"That depends.
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