"Fool!" he hissed, warningly. "Do you want to throw your neck in the halter by doing this with all hands looking at you?
"Get out of my way!" savagely replied Jesse.
Although Frank was the eldest, and was accustomed to obeying his more determined brother, he did not do so in this instance.
"If you don"t stop," he exclaimed, in angry, excited tones, "I"ll hit you."
A look of surprise mantled Jesse"s face.
He was not accustomed to threats and disobedience from Frank.
It therefore gave him a most emphatic shock.
"Are you getting crazy?" he asked.
"No--but you must be. Think of what you are doing."
"The men have seen me bring down my man many a time."
"Very true. But that was in a fight. Did they ever see you commit a cool, deliberate murder?"
This version startled Jesse.
He returned the pistol to his belt.
"You are right, Frank," said he, reluctantly. "I"ll have to swallow my rage and hang or shoot these prisoners in accordance with the law of civilized communities."
There was a bitter tinge of sarcasm in his tones as he said this, and turning abruptly to the men he said, brusquely:
"Carry them into the hut."
Timberlake felt relieved.
So did Jack and the rest.
If Frank had not interfered the sheriff would have been killed, for they saw a lurking demon in the glare of Jesse"s eyes when he was menacing Timberlake.
He certainly, meant to carry out his mad intention.
The prisoners were carried into the hut.
They saw the floor littered with saddles and bridles, blankets, cooking utensils and other objects of use to the bandits.
As Jack leaned against the wall opposite the open door he saw the bandits go up to the electric stage and try to get in.
The doors were secured with spring locks.
As Jesse tried to open one he was startled to hear a gruff voice inside exclaim:
"Stand back there or I"ll drop a lighted match into a powder keg!"
It was the parrot.
He had once heard that sentence uttered.
Now he used it at random, never knowing what it signified.
But it was one of the luckiest expressions he ever made, for it startled the bandits and they rushed away in alarm.
"There are more people in the stage!" exclaimed Jesse, who was deceived by Bismarck"s voice, as he knew absolutely nothing about the existence of the bird.
"But you counted only four in the crew," said Jim c.u.mmins.
"I know it. They may have picked up others though."
"That"s so."
"Give them a shot."
There were five men with Jesse.
All had retreated from the stage.
They now opened fire upon it.
Bang--bang!
Crack--crack!
Bang--bang--bang!
No shots were returned.
This amazed them.
But they heard Bismarck yell:
"Go it, you chumps--go it."
"Whoever that is howling," growled Jesse, "has got a nerve! I suppose he won"t do anything until we get around the stage. Then he"ll try to blow us up."
"Don"t go near the blamed thing then," said Wood Hite.
"There"s nothing in it for us, but I"d like to blow the infernal thing to pieces, so it can"t do us any more damage."
"Oh, we can do that as soon as we get more dynamite."
"That"s so. The party who is inside will hang around here in hopes of rescuing their pals, and we"ll get a chance later."