enough, too. Wouldn’t have thought you’d have been such fools.”
“Oh, what’s the matter with you,” growled Chub, exasperatedly.
“Well, you march along up-stairs now, and you’ll see. Go along, and don’t make any trouble or—” he patted the shot-gun—“this thing might go off. That’d be a clear case of justifiable homicide, eh?”
“If you’ll just put that down a minute,” said Chub, yearningly, “I’ll—I’ll—”
“No, you don’t; I’m a peaceable citizen, I am. Don’t say it wouldn’t be some satisfaction to wallop you, but I’ll leave it to the law. Go on up, now.”
“Look here,” said Roy, choking his anger, “what do you intend to do with us?”
“Want to know, do you? You walk up-stairs, or—” he brought the ancient shot-gun to the position of “charge.” Chub and Roy cast anxious glances at each other. Then, with a shrug, Chub turned, crossed the room, and mounted the staircase, followed by Roy and Mr. Ewing.
“Turn to the left at the top,” called the latter. “You’ll be real comfortable while I’m gone, and
