"
At this he dashed away for the broad stairs that led to the upper story,
followed by the broncho boys and Major Caruthers.
They had just reached the landing above when the yell of triumph turned
to one of baffled rage, for the Wolves had found that the safe was
empty.
Ted Strong, with a look such as a conquering warrior might wear, burst
into the room where the Wolves were clustered around the empty safe.
Behind him followed the boys.
"Surrender!" shouted Ted.
The Gray Wolves wheeled to look into a perfect battery of rifles. Not to
surrender meant death. To attempt to raise a hand would bring a shot, or
a dozen.
The Gray Wolves realized that they were in a trap, and that if they made
the least resistance they would be shot down.
"Throw your guns on the floor!" commanded Ted.
He was obeyed.
"Gather up those guns," said Ted. Bud and Clay stepped forward, and
gathered in the rifles and revolvers.
Ted's eyes were running over the group of prisoners trying to pick out
Mowbray, when suddenly there was a smashing of glass, and, as he turned
in that direction, he saw a form taking a flying leap through the window
to the ground, and, quick as a flash, he fired and rushed to the window.
But when he got there his only reward was the sight of a man on
horseback headed for the hills, swaying dangerously in his saddle.
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