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Perk lost no time in picking up the small hand machine-gun, that could be used much after the fashion of a long barreled German Luger quick-firing pistol and when Jack looked dubiously at it his chum hastened to explain his reason for lugging such a weapon along. "Huh! the weight don't count with such a husky as me, old hoss an' how do we know what's goin' to happen before we gets back here?
On the face of it this looked as though Pete might have been trying to shield himself by disclaiming any knowledge of that kind of weapon. But Owen knew the type of man he was talking to knew that he would shield a companion even more quickly than he would shield himself. "Sam Brent was killed by a bullet from a Luger," stated Owen.
"Would you like to try it?" The boy scrambled down from the saddle. "Honest?" "Ain't you goin' to say hello to your dad?" queried Cheyenne. "Sure! Only I was lookin' at that Luger gun " Jimmy shook hands perfunctorily with his father and turned to Bartley, expectancy in his gaze. Bartley reloaded the gun and handed it to the boy, who straightaway selected the juniper stump and blazed away.
"Whin he knows th' jig's up that's if he is in he may act like a man av sinse, an' agree tu come peaceable but " and Slavin shook his head slowly "if he refuses . . . fwhy? . . . 't'wud be straight suicide tu attimpt tu rush um. There's on'y wan dhure. Hidin' in th' dark there, wid that Luger gun av his coverin' ut, we'd shtand no show at all.
Little Jim climbed into the saddle, and, turning to cast a lingering and hopeful glance at Bartley, a glance which suggested the possibilities of further practice with the Luger gun, he rode away, a manful figure, despite his size. "They're bringin' my kid up right," said Cheyenne, as though in explanation of something about which he did not care to talk.
He saw Ben step through the doorway, a riot gun in his hands. Moustafa's Luger dropped to the floor. The Cat's Secret The tape machines ran unnoticed, except for an occasional glance from Rick and Scotty. All through the fight the signals had continued, with no one paying any attention.
I couldn't have told them, 'This is little Allan Hartley, just thirteen years old; please, Mr. Policeman, go and arrest Frank Gutchall before he goes root-toot-toot at his wife with my pappa's Luger. That would have gone over big, now, wouldn't it?" "And suppose he really wants to shoot a dog; what sort of a mess will I be in?" "No mess at all.
That was a ten-minute under-estimate, and it was another quarter-hour before the detective-sergeant who returned the Luger had finished congratulating Blake Hartley and giving him the thanks of the Department. After he had gone, the lawyer picked up the Luger, withdrew the clip, and ejected the round in the chamber. "Well," he told his son, "you were right. You saved that woman's life."
Slavin uttered a delighted oath as he examined the small, bottle-necked shell of the automatic variety. ".38 Luger!" he said. "A high-pressure 'gat' like that is oncommon hereabouts!" Passing it on to the coroner he whistled softly. "My God!
"I haven't heard you volunteering to hand the poor creature over. Besides, our pal Kemel is not all that he seems." "And how do you know?" "Easy. Did he ask us who jumped us in the pyramid, or why? Did he explain why he carries a Luger? Nope, to both. He carries a Luger because there's danger in this business. And he knows why those Arabs jumped us.
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