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Opening the secret door, he carried the ruined shoulder holster, and the straps that had bound the bobcat's feet, and the ax, now splotched with blood and tawny cat-hairs, into the dome. Then he closed the secret room, and took a long drink from the bottle on his hip. The job was done. He would take a hot bath, and sleep in the farmhouse till noon, and then he would return to the First Level.
He was torn between blind unreasoning anger at the quicksand and pity for the struggling horse. Suddenly he jerked the forty-four, always on his saddle, from its holster. As the gun swung back and then forward there was a crashing report and Old Blue's head dropped, with a convulsive shudder, limp on the sand. Carolyn June screamed and buried her face in her hands.
Then the stranger headed for him, and this time there was no escape, for the moment he struck the shelving slope of the valley, he prodded his horse into a canter, swiftly diminishing the distance between them. Keith unbuttoned the flap of his pistol holster and maneuvered so that he would be partly concealed by his pack when the horseman rode up.
Two uniformed men jumped out. The first of them jerked at his blaster in its holster on his hip. "That's the tormal!" he snapped. "This's the man, all right!" Calhoun pulled the trigger of his blaster three times. It whined instead of rasping, because of its low-power setting. The Minister for Health collapsed.
Drawing his pistol from its holster, Hubbard said: "Wallace, let's see who shall have the honour of bringing to George the first game of the trip." I acquiesced, and walking around the tree, caught the first glimpse of the squirrel. At it I carefully aimed my pistol, and down it came.
He twisted around and felt for his revolver, but it had fallen from his holster, and he felt his arms grasped and a thong passed around his wrists, and then around his ankles. The weight was lifted from him and he rolled over on his back. Standing above him was the man whom he knew as Checkers. "Well, my lad, you delivered yourself like a lamb to the slaughter," said Checkers, with a smile.
With two quick, noiseless steps Jack placed himself close behind the dreaming rebel, and thrusting his left arm over his shoulder seized his musket with a firm grasp, while at the same time, with his right hand, he deftly slipped the revolver from its holster. "Not a word not a whisper!" said Jack, placing the muzzle of the heavy Colt close to the rebel's head. "Let go that gun.
Dismounting, and stepping to the side of the speaker, I said in a low, firm voice: "Had your Lordship read Terence more carefully, you would have learned that banditti are sometimes proficient in other arts beside horsemanship," and I touched his holster significantly with my hand.
"I would the fiddle were found, then," said one. "Having lost it, you carry pistols instead." "Yes, sir, every gentleman does so, but there's many dare not use them. I didn't use them. You'll remember that, for it's to my credit, and let me go." The man removed the pistols from his holster. "They're dangerous toys for a fool." "Truly, I feel much happier without them," said Martin.
No mask could disguise him, neither cover that long, twisting mark of white down his cheek, nor hide the square set of the jaw, nor dim the keen steady eyes. Upon him there was written at large: "This is a man." And there came to Pierre an exceedingly great uneasiness in his right hand, and a twitching of the fingers low down on his thigh where the familiar holster should have hung.
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