Bludsoe wrenched the other's hands free, and, pulling the gun, he essayed to throw it.

But Belllounds blocked his action and the gun fell at their feet.
"Grab it!" sang out Bludsoe, ringingly.

"Quick, somebody! The damned fool'll kill Wils." Lem, running in, kicked the gun just as Belllounds reached for it.

When it rolled against the fence Jim was there to secure it.

Lem likewise grappled with the struggling Belllounds.
"Hyar, you Jack Belllounds," said Lem, "couldn't you see Wils wasn't packin' no gun?
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