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I've never known anything like it. Well! . . . One sure thing" he laughed grimly "you can't go searching every decent citizen here for a Luger gun, or demanding to measure his feet without reasonable suspicion. Why! It might be you, Sergeant or Mr. Gully, here . . . you're both big men. . . ." The inspector's levity suddenly vanished.
We shot merely the two or three specimens the naturalists needed for the museum. I killed a wood-ibis on the wing with the handy little Springfield, and then lost all the credit I had thus gained by a series of inexcusable misses, at long range, before I finally killed a jabiru. Kermit shot a jabiru with the Luger automatic.
"Hit, either of you?" he enquired tersely. Yorke replied in the negative. "Mighty close shave for Burke here, though" he added, "lucky I heard Gully cocking that blasted Luger of his." He uttered a suppressed chuckle, "Burke's always one to go cautioning others, and then lose his temper and expose himself."
True, the German Lüger is larger.... "Tell them," I said to the policeman, "that this gun will shoot through twenty millimeters of pine. Tell them that they had better dispose of their property and burn a few joss-sticks before they start to argue with it. And tell them that, no matter what happens, the car is to keep going."
We'll take care of it. Thanks." "And I wish you'd get my pistol back, as soon as you can. It's something I brought home from the other War, and I shouldn't like to lose it." "We'll take care of that, too. Thank you, Mr. Hartley." He hung up, and carried the Luger and the loaded clip down to the porch. "Look, Mr. Gutchall; here's how it works," he said, showing it to the visitor.
A shocking blasphemy escaped him, and for an instant he jerked back his arm as if to fling the article away, then, recovering himself with an effort, he handed it to Yorke, who peered in turn. The latter made a wry face. "Hell!" he ejaculated disgustedly, "it's a 'Savage' this thirty-two at that!" He lowered his voice. "The other was a thirty-eight Luger what?"
I git rabbits." "Now, mebby you got time to tell us something about Aunt Jane and Uncle Frank and Dorry," suggested Cheyenne. "Why, they're all right," said the boy. "Why didn't you stop by to our place instead of bushin' way up here?" Cheyenne hesitated. "I reckon I'll be comin' over," he said finally. Bartley put the Luger away. The boy turned to his father.
For awhile the besiegers poured in brisk volleys upon the door and windows, until the inspector gave the command to "Cease Fire!" Suddenly mockingly hard upon the last shot, the echoes of which had barely died away, came again the vicious, whip-like crack of the Luger; this time from the southern end of the shack.
Almost every one in Arizona knew that Cheyenne had been married and had separated from his wife. "That would be a pretty good gun to git hoss-thieves with," asserted the boy, still thinking of the Luger. "What do you know about hoss-thieves?" queried Cheyenne. "You think I didn't see you was ridin' different hosses!" said Jimmy. "Mebby you think I don't know where Josh and Filaree are."
At one camp Cherrie collected a dozen perching birds; Miller a beautiful little rail; and Kermit, with the small Luger belt-rifle, a handsome curassow, nearly as big as a turkey out of which, after it had been skinned, the cook made a delicious canja, the thick Brazilian soup of fowl and rice than which there is nothing better of its kind.
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