The boy was white with indignation. The possible serious results
that might come to him and his plans meant nothing in his anger at
such a dastardly act.
"It isn't a Colt," he said with dry lips, "but, if you make another
move like that it's got ten shots and they come out all together."
CHAPTER XIII
QUICK JUSTICE IN THE WEST
Jack Jellup, marshal and "bad man," was never more surprised in his
life. But Jack was no fool, and something in Ned Napier's eyes made
the westerner conclude instantly that he had unexpectedly and
unquestionably "barked up the wrong tree." For a few moments the
marshal and the young aeronaut stood facing each other and then
Jellup sneered:
"Do you reckon you'd better run this town?"
"No, nor you," quietly answered Ned, "and if that's the way you are
going to do it you can settle with me right now. I'm going to stand
on my rights."
He was conscious that Russell had hurried back and was behind him.
Another second and there was a sharp click. Both Jellup and Ned
turned to see the nervy young reporter with the torn suit case open
on the ground at his feet.
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