Somebody grabbed him before he could shoot Meeker again.

They threw Meeker out an' he crawled to a neighbor's house, where he was when Evarts seen him." Ellen felt Sprague's rough but kindly hand shaking her.

"An' now what do you think of Jean Isbel ?" he queried.
A great, unsurmountable wall seemed to obstruct Ellen's thought.

It seemed gray in color.

It moved toward her.