A snap shot camera was in his hand. His
face was white, but there was a trace of his usual smile on it. Ned
wanted to laugh too, but the situation was too serious.
"I've got you both," said Bob, a little nervously, "and if it's a
good one I've got a dandy--'shooting up the town or the bad man
covered'--"
Had it not been for Ned's lightning-like action these might have
been Bob's last words. Jellup's pistol had flashed once more, but
as it dew into position Ned's own weapon rose with it under Jellup's
right hand and the marshal's shot passed over Bob's head. Before
Jellup and Ned could recover themselves Bob's camera was on the
ground and the reporter had his own revolver, which he had grabbed
quickly from the suit case.
In the center of this group now stood, unarmed, Alan Hope and old
Buck. Almost at the same time a dozen men, attracted by the melee,
had also intervened and had taken charge of the three excited
combatants.
Pushing the crowd right and left appeared the stalwart form of Mayor
Curt Bradley, weaponless, but with the stem face of one who gives
orders that cannot be ignored.
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