Only one of the bystanders, Powers, understood the significance of Allen's words. The others glanced curiously from Allen to Anderson. The politician's face flushed, and he shot a quick glance at Ace Cutts, who had reached the door, then he glanced over his shoulder into the mirror behind him. At once he understood that Allen had been watching Ace Cutts reflected there, and was fully aware of the foreman's attempt to gain the outside, where he could give the alarm to the Yuma Kid and the others waiting there. "Yuh gents gave me yuhr promise no one was to leave the room while I was here," Allen reminded. "We sure did," Jim Hogg cried. "Get away from that door, Ace," Tim Lynch snapped. "Ace, don't leave this room," the judge commanded. Ace Cutts had his hand on the doorknob. Now he paused. "If he turns that knob I'll drop him," Allen said. All expression had left the little gunman's voice. It was flat, toneless. But its very flatness made Ace hesitate. He glanced at Anderson, who nodded to him to go. Then realization came to him that Allen had been watching him in the mirror and that Anderson knew it. Even if he failed to get clear of the door before Allen fired, Anderson would have gained his objective, for a shot in that room would bring the Toad's killers on the run. Anderson was deliberately trying to sacrifice Ace. He dropped the doorknob as if it had suddenly grown red-hot, threw himself into a chair, and stared fixedly at his neat boots. "I am given to understand that you know the members of the Lava Gang," the judge said. "Yeah, I knows them," Allen replied softly. "You can trust every one here. Will you give me their names?" "I came here to tell yuh, but I've changed my mind." "But why?" the judge insisted. "Judge, if yuh'll have the sheriff leave town after dinner to-morrow night and ride straight toward Jaw Tooth Mountain, I'll pick yuh up and show yuh where yuhr cattle is," Allen said. Argument was vain. Allen refused to mention even one member of the Lava Gang. Slowly the little outlaw backed toward the door by which he had entered. "Good night, gents," he called. Then his eyes caught and held those of Snippets for a moment. "So long, kid," he said softly. The door was empty and he was gone. Allen had said that his enemies had learned he was to come there that night and were waiting for him outside. For a long moment those in the room waited, waited for the shot that would announce he had been discovered. Bill Anderson was the first to move. He picked up his hat and walked toward the front door, but Tom Powers reached it ahead of him. The sheriff shook his head. "We promised before he came, that no one was to leave until he had been gone for ten minutes," the sheriff explained. For the fraction of a second Anderson held his ground before the sheriff. The impulse came to him to shout, then discretion gained the upper hand; he shrugged and returned to his place by the fireplace.