Go on
and shoot, I tell you!"
He had stumbled on until he was within a dozen steps of Chauvenet, who
lifted his revolver until it covered Armitage's head.
"Drop that gun--drop it damned quick!" and Dick Claiborne swung the butt
of his rifle high and brought it down with a crash on Chauvenet's head;
then Armitage paused and glanced about and laughed.
It was Claiborne who freed Durand from the dead horse, which had received
the shots fired at Oscar the moment he rose at the wall. The fight was
quite knocked out of the conspirator, and he swore under his breath,
cursing the unconscious Chauvenet and the missing Zmai and the ill
fortune of the fight.
"It's all over but the shouting--what's next?" demanded Claiborne.
"Tie him up--and tie the other one up," said Armitage, staring about
queerly. "Where the devil is Oscar?"
"He's after the big fellow. You're badly fussed, old man. We've got to
get out of this and fix you up."
"I'm all right. I've got a hole in my shoulder that feels as big and hot
as a blast furnace. But we've got them nailed, and it's all right, old
man!"
Durand continued to curse things visible and invisible as he rubbed his
leg, while Claiborne watched him impatiently.
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