He did not hurry.

One shot, and it would be over.

He raised his rifle, and in that instant a wisp of smoke came like the lash of a whip with the wind and caught him fairly in the eyes, and his bullet passed three inches over Miki's head.

The whining snarl of it was a new thing to Miki.

But he recognized the thunder of the gun--and he knew what a gun could do.