Chapter 48

The great hand, holding a heavy Colt, swung upward on a line with Annister’s as the door burst inward with a crash; and, framed in the opening, there showed on a sudden the flaming thatch of the bartender, Del Kane. His cowboy yell echoed throughout the room, eyes blazing upon the hotel man where he sat. In two strides, he had joined Annister and Bull; guns on a line, the three fronted the five who faced them, silent, tense. Kane’s voice came clear: “I followed you, Mr. Annister; thought they’d try t’ run a whizzer…