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Thus, in this valley of the shadow, each was his true self and something more, or less, as the chaotic spirit within viewed the immediate future or scanned the distant past. Another shot from the posse a screaming bullet high overhead a command to stop! But they did not stop. Instead, Johnson, rising in his stirrups, unholstered a huge revolver and fired point-blank at the rangers.
"Got anything to say for yourselves?" When neither answered, he unholstered his revolver and covered them. "Better take off those wires and put bracelets on them, Mike," he told his fellow officer. The frogmen were handcuffed with cool efficiency and bundled into the jeep. Meanwhile, the sergeant turned back to Bud and Mel. "You fellows come along too," he ordered.
I'll tell you about that flat. The house was the ordinary thing in New York, paved with Parian marble in the entrance hall and cobblestones above the first floor. Our fiat was three well, not flights climbs up. My mistress rented it unfurnished, and put in the regular things 1903 antique unholstered parlour set, oil chromo of geishas in a Harlem tea house, rubber plant and husband.
As the guards reached the cell door, MacMaine unholstered his pistol from his sleeve and brought it down hard on the head of the nearest youth. At the same time, Tallis stepped from behind the door and clouted the other. Quickly, MacMaine disarmed the fallen men and dragged them into the open cell. He came out again and locked the door securely. Their guns were tossed into an empty cell nearby.
The rider had ventured a shot and had ridden behind a ridge instantly. Winthrop exclaimed at these strange tactics. "He seen a jack run in there," explained the constable, leering. "This here's gettin' interestin'," mumbled Overland as the constable unholstered his gun and sauntered toward the ridge. "I got to get the gent on the cayuse. The other one don't count."
A wolf, then? Possibly. They weren't too common, but there were still plenty of them around. He unholstered the heavy pistol at his side. And, as he slid the barrel free, he became the first human being ever to see the Nipe.
Mr. Yollop pushed a big unholstered library chair up to the opposite side of the desk and, after several awkward attempts, succeeded in sitting down, tailor fashion, with his feet neatly tucked away beneath him. "I wasn't quite sure I could do it," said he, rather proudly.
They dropped their hold on him, returning at a trot. The officer clicked an order. Blasters were unholstered, and the Throg in the field shriveled under a vicious concentration of cross bolts. Shann gasped. He certainly had no liking for Throgs, but this execution carried overtones of a cold-blooded ferocity which transcended anything he had known, even in the callous brutality of the Dumps.
Five minutes before the ship landed, he swallowed eight ounces of the nutrient solution from the tank in the back of his helmet. The solution of amino acids, vitamins, and honey sugar also contained a small amount of stimulant of the dexedrine type and one per cent ethanol. Then he unholstered his gun. It wasn't a big ship. He had known it wouldn't be.
"You, hombre—what do you want with this?" Herrera, with no friendliness in either voice or eyes, was holding a gun on him. "That book—it looks like the ones I bought in town." Drew was startled by the vaquero’s enmity. "Give it to him," Rennie ordered. For a moment Herrera seemed on the point of open dispute, then he obeyed. But for some reason his weapon remained unholstered.
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