“The police?”

“They’re fixed.”

“Easy enough,” said the Kid, the youngest of the gang.

“Well, you guys,” said the leader pointing out four of the men, “will go with the Kid.  The car’ll be at the door in half an hour.”

“Now, gimme my orders,” said Red.

The gang leader scribbled something on a bit of paper.

“You go to that number with these two guys between midnight an’ two in the mornin’.  You’ll find a back winder open.  Here’s the combination of the safe.  The silver’ll be in that.”

“Jewels?”

“In a wall cabinet upstairs.  It’ll be unlocked.”

“An’ if they make any noise?”

“Croak ’em, of course.  But don’t make no noise doin’ it.  Better use a blackjack.  We’re not sure about the cop on that beat.”

“I understand.”

“Well, git your gats and make ready.  Before we go, the drinks’ll be on me.  Fill up, men,” he added, first pouring himself a liberal glassful, “an’ here’s to bringin’ it off easy.”

With deep relish the toast was drunk by all save Red and the Kid.  Red set his glass down on the table.  The Kid dropped his to the floor.

“There’s somebody else in the room,” whispered Red.

“Yes, yonder by the door,” said the Kid.  “You c’n jest see him.”

“Don’t be a fool,” said the gang leader.  “There’s nobody here but us.”

“He’s wearin’ strange clothes,” said Red.

“He looks like a carpenter by his kit o’ tools,” said the Kid.

“Here, pull yourselves together, men,” said the gang leader; “you’re dippy, there’s nobody here.  Where’s your nerve?”

But Red made no move to obey.  He thrust his glass from him and rose and leaned over the table staring.  The other men shrank back glancing at the two figures, for the Kid had also dashed the proffered glass aside.

“I see him,” he said, “he’s lookin’ at me, he’s lookin’ through me.”

In his excitement he took a step forward and the table went over with a crash.  The two men passed their hands over their eyes in bewilderment.

“Why, there ain’t nobody here,” said the Kid.

“But I seen him I tell you,” persisted Red.

“And so did I.”

“Well, he’s gone, whoever he was, accordin’ to your own showin’,” said the gang leader contemptuously.  “Now brace up.  Take your liquor.  Get a move on youse.”

“Not me,” exclaimed Red suddenly.

“Nor me,” said the Kid.

“What d’ye mean?”

“I won’t do it.”

“Neither will I.”

Both men moved to the door.  The gang leader sprang to intercept them, his arms upraised, his hands clenched.

“Lemme pass,” said Red.

“Are you goin’ to give us away?”

“No,” answered Red.  “But you don’t rob no house, an’ you don’t kill no man to-night.”

“You all know what that means,” cried the leader.  “Here you men grab ’em.”