imagine it is?"
"I guess the old duffer has it in his pocket, the same as he has the key
to the trap door."
"Well, there is no time to lose. Old Gunwagner will be down upon us in
an instant."
"Do you think he will bring a revolver with him?" asked Bob, somewhat
nervously.
"Very likely he will."
"I guess we'd better climb down cellar, then, and pretty lively, too."
"No, we won't," replied Herbert, decidedly. "I have had all of that
prison I want. We will fight it out here."
"All right, then, I'll shut this door down, or we might get thrown down
cellar in the fight."
"So we might, and---- Ah, here he comes!" said young Randolph, detecting
the sound of footsteps, as old Gunwagner approached.
[Illustration: GUNWAGNER BURSTS INTO THE ROOM IN A FURIOUS MOOD.]
"Stand in front of the counter, so that he will see you when he opens
the door, and----"
"But the revolver!" interrupted Bob.
He had now entirely relinquished the leadership, for in Herbert Randolph
he recognized his superior.
"I was going to tell you about that," replied our hero. "If you see a
revolver in his hand, you must drop behind the counter as quickly as
possible."
"Yes, and I won't waste no time about it, either."
"No, you'd better not," said the young Vermonter; and he had barely time
to dart behind the door, when old Gunwagner placed his hand upon the
latch, and burst into the room. His eye fell upon Bob Hunter, who stood
directly in front of him, but about two thirds of the way across the
room.
The old fence recognized him instantly, and with a fiendish shout made
for the lad, as if he meant annihilation. He had not proceeded far,
however, when young Randolph bounded from behind the door, and fell upon
his shoulders, bearing him to the floor.
A yell of terror escaped from the old villain, that told clearly of his
alarm. He had not thought of Herbert until now. He was at a loss to know
what caused the noise, when the trap door slipped back with such a
resounding crash.
But when his eyes fell upon Bob Hunter, he readily jumped at the
conclusion that he alone had caused the rumpus. Now, however, he was
stunned at this unexpected assault from the rear. When Herbert and the
old man fell to the floor, Bob Hunter was quickly at his friend's side,
ready to take a hand in the struggle, if needed.
While old Gunwagner was a cruel, heartless man, he nevertheless lacked
genuine courage. Like the majority of men of his class,
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