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"Come in the shop," said Dent, and all three went back to the little front room where weapons stood in racks about the wall. "These Mauser pistols are handy things," remarked Dent, as he turned some of his stock on to the counter. "Clap the holster on 'em and they make a very smart little rifle." "We'll have a couple," said Buck, "they're daisies. I've tried 'em.
After taking in the entire situation I decided to make the attack with my knife. I took the pistol from my right holster in my left hand, thereby giving me a better chance after emptying the one pistol to easily grasp the other one with my left hand.
'tis the devil!" grunted the Corporal, as the two men now gained their side and pulled up; and Walter recognised the faces he had marked in the ale-house. "Your servant, gentlemen," quoth the uglier of the two; "you ride fast " "And ready; bother baugh!" chimed in the Corporal, plucking a gigantic pistol from his holster, without any farther ceremony.
"Put 'em up, Tom!" he snapped, "I don't want to kill you, but I will if I have to I ain't goin' to rot in no jail just for stampin' a dirty snake-to death!" The marshal's hands shot into the air as if operated by springs. The Ramblin' Kid, with his left hand, jerked Poole's revolver from its holster.
As they came down the hallway from the lift, everybody had begun speaking more softly. Voices were never loud or excited in Kurt Fawzi's office. Tom Brangwyn went to the table, taking off his belt and holster and laying his pistol aside. The others, crowding into the room, added their weapons to his. That was something else Conn was seeing with new eyes.
"We're not considered proficient in the service unless we can make use of these things at two hundred yards, Billinger," he replied, replacing the weapon in its holster. "If it's a running fight I'd rather have 'em than a carbine. If it isn't a running fight we'll come in close." Philip looked at the agent as they galloped side by side through the long grass, and Billinger looked at him.
"Then lean over here and I'll tell you a secret that'll make you change your mind." The professor leaned closer. The man's hands, free from the wrists, were moving cautiously. All at once Professor Zepplin's revolver was snipped from its holster and a bullet tore through his clothes, taking some of the professor's skin with it.
"This is one of them, and I carry the second key. Here!" He held out the key ring with one key extended. Rathburn thrust his gun back into its holster and took the keys. In a moment he had unlocked the padlock and swung open the iron door, exposing case after case of high explosive within the stone structure. Sautee was staring at him in dire apprehension.
Jerry then returned, and, so gently that the sentry never made a movement, lifted his loaded revolver from its holster. With this he tiptoed to Slim, placed the weapon in his hand and with a gesture bade him rise. They were now masters of the situation, but Jerry did not want to take any chances. Two of the Germans were lying in such a position that he could get their revolvers, also.
It was a flint-lock, as long as a man's forearm, and it had been loaded that afternoon by no less a person than Bashti himself. Quick as Bashti had been, Van Horn was almost as quick, but not quite quick enough. Even as his hand leapt to the modern automatic lying out of it's holster and loose on his knees, the pistol of the centuries went off.
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