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Updated: May 16, 2025
"If Minter's work is well done and we are able to smash a large part of the British and American air power, we will launch gas attacks upon the principal English cities and later make an invasion." He smiled slightly. "You have the planes?" Stan asked. "For one big blow. First we smash the air power, then we attack. We have endured much bombing to save air power for this."
I shouted to the sheriff not to fire. Too late. The muzzle of the gun was already tilting up, the barrel was straightening. And then the gun fell from Minter's hand and he dropped on his side. His strength had failed him at the last moment. "But I say, sirs, that what Terence Hollis did was the finest thing I have ever seen in my life, and I have seen fine things done by gentlemen before.
"And how do you find your work, sheriff?" asked Vance; for he knew that Uncle Joe Minter's great weakness was his love of talk. Everyone in the mountains knew it, for that matter. "Dull," complained Minter. "Men ain't what they used to be, or else the law is a heap stronger." "The men who enforce the law are," said Vance.
The gun flamed again, its fire searing Stan's neck, then he had closed with the German and had forced his gun arm down. Splinters had dived in and hit the Nazi around the knees. They went down in a twisting, writhing mass with Stan's blood spattering over all three. Splinters got the gun and brought its butt down on Minter's head. He slumped down and rolled free of Stan. Splinters stood up.
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