[The Prodigal Judge by Vaughan Kester]@TWC D-Link bookThe Prodigal Judge CHAPTER VII 22/35
At the same moment Slosson snatched up a heavy club from back of the bar and dealt Yancy a murderous blow.
A single startled cry escaped the Scratch Hitler; he struck out wildly as he lurched toward Murrell, who drew his knife and drove it into his shoulder. Groping wildly, Yancy reached his rifle and faced about.
His scalp lay open where Slosson's treacherous blow had fallen and his face was covered with blood; even as his fingers stiffened they found the hammer, but Murrell, springing forward, kicked the gun out of his hands.
Dashing the blood from his eyes, Yancy threw himself on Murrell.
Then, as they staggered to and fro, Yancy dully bent on strangling his enemy, Slosson--whom the sight of blood had wonderfully sobered--rushed out from the bar and let loose a perfect torrent of blows with his club. Murrell felt the fingers that gripped him grow weak, and Yancy dropped heavily to the floor. How long the boy slept he never knew, but he awoke with a start and a confused sense of things.
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