CHAPTER XV

THE FIGHT IN THE DARK 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.” “Sorry enough now, Mr. Holt,” grumbled the man. It was wonderful to watch him. He moved as lightly as a girl, and his extraordinary sixth sense enabled him to avoid every obstacle which stood in his way. Larry was in a dil…