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There were dragoon revolvers in the holsters at Woodhull's saddle He

made a rush for a weapon--indeed, the crack of the blow had been so

sharp that the nearest ht a shot had been fired--but swift as

was his leap, it was not swift enough The long, lean hand of the

bearded Missourian gripped his wrist even as he caught at a pistol grip

He turned a livid face to gaze into a cold and small blue eye

"No, ye don't, Sam!" said the other, as first of those who ca

Even as a lank woate the

sinewy arm back of the hand whirled Woodhull around so that he faced

Banion, who had not ot no weapon, an' ye know it," went on the same cool voice

"What ye irl By now the crowd surged between the two men,

voices rose

"He struck o! He struck me!"

"I know he did," said the intervener "I heard it I don't knohy

But whether it was over the girl or not, we ain't goin' to see this

other feller shot down till we know more about hit Ye can love The wo