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For a moment they stood thus, neither man moving, then Jake put up his hands slowly, "Got a little gun, have ye?" he growled, "You're not going to hurt a poor old man, Mr Holt?"
-"Come forward steadily," said Larry, "and don't try any tricks or you'll be sorry for yourself."