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It meant battle, and the long, black, leather holster at the thigh of Hood meant battle of only one kind. It had come so suddenly on him that Bull Hunter was dazed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I sure didn't mean to trip you but maybe my foot might of slipped out a little and " "Slipped out!" sneered Hood. He stopped, panting with fury.
But Harlan's hand had come to a poise, just above the stock of his weapon a pause so infinitesimal that it was merely a suggestion of a pause. It was enough, however, to throw Laskar off his mental balance, and as he drew his weapon he glanced at Harlan's holster. A dozen men who watched swore afterward that Laskar drew his gun first; that it was in his hand when Harlan's bullet struck him.
He agreed to serve, with the proviso that the Starr boys or any of High Chin's friends should feel free to question his decisions. The crowd solidified back of the line, where Shoop and High Chin stood waiting for the test. The marksmen faced two bottles on a rock some thirty paces away. At the word, each was to "go for his gun" and shoot. High Chin carried his gun in the usual holster.
Atwater moved a heavy pistol holster around under his loose top-coat, as the droschky in front of them halted. He sprang lightly out and walked to where the two other men were busied in an earnest colloquy. McNerney, pistol in hand, was gloomily gazing at the turrets of the gray house. "He may escape us," fiercely said the man who had traveled from New York, eager to clasp the cold steel on "Mr.
You see, I carry 'big medicine' agin hoss-thieves," he replied, tapping his holster and smiling as he remembered the time, not long past, when he himself had been accused of being one. "I'll take a chance if he will what'll you all have?" "Little whiskey," replied Fisher, uneasily, worrying because he could not stand for a return treat.
"Happy to meet you, Miss Sanderson," he told her jauntily. His revolver slid into its holster, and his hat came off in a low bow. White, even teeth gleamed in a sardonic smile. "So you are a rustler," she told him scornfully. "I hate to contradict a lady," he came back, with a kind of bitter irony. She saw something else, a deepening stain that soaked slowly down his shirt sleeve.
You see how important it is, how much trouble an agitator might make by getting them stirred up? You can see what it means to me, with this order on my hands. I've staked everything on it." "But when the law goes into effect? when the operatives find out that they are not receiving their full wages as Mr. Holster said?" Janet inquired.
Then Terry shoved the gun slowly back into his holster and walked to the body of Larrimer. To these things Bill, the storekeeper, and Jack Baldwin, the rancher, afterward swore. That young Black Jack leaned a little over the corpse and then straightened and touched the fallen hand with the toe of his boot. Then he turned upon them a perfectly calm, unemotional look.
Giant as he was, he moved with the grace of a panther, with a swiftness too fast for the eye to register. Something flashed in his right hand, a gun, that he had drawn from a holster slung over his left breast. The shots blended. Lund stood there erect, uninjured. A red blotch showed between Carlsen's eyes.
"There is no danger," assured Philip, though he had left the flap of his revolver holster unbuttoned. "They will search for us between their camp and Churchill." "Citius venit periculum cum contemnitur," remonstrated Jeanne, half smiling. She was pale, but Philip saw that she was making a tremendous effort to appear brave and cheerful.
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