The second door was opened in the same manner. Then the third, and in the midst of the last operation a man coughed. Instinctively Terry reached for the handle of his gun, but Denver went on gradually closing the door as if nothing had happened. He came back to Terry.
"Every room got sleepers in it," he said. "And the middle room has got a man who's awake. We'll have to beat it."
"We'll stay where we are," said Terry calmly, "for thirty minutes--by guess. That'll give him time to go asleep. Then we'll go through one of those rooms and drop to the roof of the bank."
The yegg cursed softly. "Are you trying to hang me?" he gasped.
"Sit down," said Terry. "It's easier to wait that way."
And they sat cross-legged on the floor of the hall. Once the springs of a bed creaked as someone turned
