Hippy whipped Lum once, and he can do it again.
I'll be Lum's second and you can be the second for Lieutenant Wingate." "What's er second, Miss ?" "A--a second is one who fans his fighter with a towel, and wipes up the blood.

Oh, do stop him!" "Ah reckon Ah will," drawled the mountaineer.
"Are ye goin' ?" demanded Lum Bangs.
"No!" "Drop that gun or I'll drill ye, Lum Bangs!" commanded the cool voice of Emma Dean's dancing partner, his revolver now levelled at Lum.
The warning came too late.
Lum Bangs, in a sudden impulse of rage, pulled the trigger and fired point blank at Lieutenant Wingate, but the young mountaineer's warning to him, at the critical moment, had drawn Lum's thoughts from his aim, and his bullet missed its mark.

Hippy heard it whistle past him close to his head.
_Bang!_ Barely a second had elapsed between Lum Bangs' shot and a second report.
Lum uttered a howl, and his weapon dropped from his relaxed fingers, just as Hippy sprang upon him and dealt the mountaineer a blow that felled him.
"Don't! Don't, Hippy! The man has been shot," begged Anne.
"Jump on him! Stomp on him, why don't ye ?" screamed a mountain girl.
The room was in instant uproar, and weapons were drawn and levelled menacingly at the young mountaineer who had ordered Lum to "drop" his gun.
"Stop!" cried Emma Dean excitedly.

"This man didn't fire that second shot.

He has done nothing, so put away your cannon." "That's right, folks.