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Is, Bud made no hostile motion. He climbed meekly out of the pit. "What
do you think of our little hide-an'-seek hole, Merkel? Or perhaps you
had some experience with it before. Hey?" "So you're the one who shot at
us!" Bud cried hotly. "Well, let me tell you that it was a coward's
trick. If you----" "Say, buddy, I want to tell _you_ something. The less
you talk the better it will be for you." Delton's eyes held a dangerous
glint. "I don't know what you're talking about. No--never mind! Don't
answer me. Sam--" this to the puncher who stood behind Delton--"if this
bird says another word shut him up--quick!" Sam nodded and stepped a
little forward. "Turn around," Delton ordered shortly. As Bud turned he
felt his arms grabbed and forced back until his wrists were held firmly
together. A neckerchief was wound around his wrists and tied tightly.
Then Delton "frisked" him, or searched him, for weapons. Finding none he
forced Bud at the point of his gun to walk a