"Face about, both of you, and go out. The first to make a break gets a
shot in the back."
At Ted's command both men obeyed. When they were outside in the
sunlight, Ted looked them over. Both had revolvers in their holsters.
"Take their revolvers away from them, Stella," said Ted.
As the girl moved forward to comply with the request of Ted Strong, the
men stared at her in amazement.
"Now, which of you is Tom?" asked Ted.
"I am," said one of them.
"You lie!" answered Ted. "I know you by your voice. You are not
Tom:--you are Bill."
"Yes, I'm Tom," said the other fellow.
"That's right," said Ted.
"Now, see here, Tom, if I give you the chance will you dig out of this
and escape? It won't be very long before you are caught, anyway, and you
know what that means."
"You bet I will," said the fellow, who had protested against the murder
of Ted.
"All right, I'll give you the chance. I'll take your friend in charge
myself. You can take down your hands, Tom."
The fellow was in a state of wonderment as he did so.
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