The revolver poised in Silent's hand.
"Buck, I'm warnin' you for the last time!"
"Fellers, it's murder an' damnation for all if you let Haines die this
way!" cried Buck.
The shining barrel of the revolver dropped to a level.
"I've given you a man's chance," said Silent, "an' now you'll have the
chance of--"
The door at the side of the room jerked open and a revolver cracked.
The lamp shivered to a thousand pieces in the hands of Bill Kilduff.
All the room was reduced to a place of formless shadow, dimly lighted
by the shaft of moonlight. The voice of Jim Silent, strangely changed
and sharpened from his usual bass roar, shrilled over the sudden
tumult: "Each man for himself! _It's Whistling Dan!_"
Terry Jordan and Bill Kilduff rushed at the dim figure, crouched to
the floor. Their guns spat fire, but they merely lighted the way to
their own destruction. Twice Dan's revolver spoke, and they dropped,
yelling. Pandemonium fell on the room.
The long riders raced here and there, the revolvers coughing fire. For
an instant Hal Purvis stood framed against the pallid moonshine at the
window. He stiffened and pointed an arm toward the door.
"The werewolf," he screamed.
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