Bert Wilson in the Rockies
Taking his old sombrero from his head, the one addressed as Bill started in to collect from the front of the car.
"Only one hand down at a time to get your money," shouted his companion. "And mind," he added ominously, "I'm watchin' that hand."
Pocket books and rings and watches dropped into the hat. Women were sobbing hysterically and men were cursing under their breath.
"Stung," groaned Tom disgustedly.
"And our pistols in our bags," growled Dick.
Bert's mind had been working like lightning. He was always at his best when danger threatened. Now his body grew taut and his eyes gleamed.
"Be ready, you fellows," he said in low tones, scarcely moving his lips. "Dick, back me up when I make a move. Tom, got that paperweight handy?"
"Right alongside on the window ledge," muttered Tom.
Still keeping his eyes in an