CHAPTER 28MIDNIGHT PARLEY
“What’s the matter, Tom?” asked Blue Barry.
“He kind of give me a pain, was all,” said Tom Willow. “Him and the way he talked give it to me! If his hands was free, I’d like to take a punch at him.”
“Steady—and take that gag away for a minute,” commanded Barry Litton.
The thing was done, grudgingly.
“Is that the way you wanta choke a man?” the victim gasped. “Why not shoot him straight off, and be done with it?”
“I might leave you here without a gag,” said Litton. “But I want directions to find Rann Duval. Got ’em handy?”
Said the prisoner, “It’s like this, brother—you ride only about three miles from here.—I don’t mind telling you. Duval’ll murder me for it, but—”
“He won’t know,” said Litton.
“He always knows,” said Whalen. “He knows everything that’s do
