Frantically he waved a limp arm, flinging blood over the white table-cloths.

Steele had crippled him.
"Here, you cowboy," ordered Steele; "take him out, quick!" Brick saw the need of expediency, if Wright did not realize it, and he pulled the raving man out of the place.

He hurried Wright down the street, leaving the horses behind.
Steele calmly sheathed his gun.
"Well, I guess that opens the ball," he said as I came out.
Hoden seemed fascinated by the spots of blood on the table-cloths.

It was horrible to see him rubbing his hands there like a ghoul! "I tell you what, fellows," said Steele, "we've just had a few pleasant moments with the man who has made it healthy to keep close-mouthed in Linrock." Hoden lifted his shaking hands.
"What'd you wing him for ?" he wailed.

"He was drawin' on you.