“That dog, eh?” growled the Texan, taking something from his pocket. “Well, I reckon I can just about shoot a couple of holes through his big ears at this distance.”
Professor Gunn uttered a squawk of terror and clutched the wrist of the grim-faced boy from the Panhandle country.
“You’re crazy, Bradley!” he gasped. “You’re mad!”
“I admit the accusation,” said Buckhart. “I am mad—a heap mad.”
“If you were to fire at that man it would precipitate the destruction of this hotel and the murder of every inmate!”
“The professor is right, Brad,” said Dick quietly. “Put up your gun.”
“I’d certain like to——”
“Never mind that. Put up the weapon and bide your time. You may be compelled to use it in self-defense before this day is over. Hear those creatures!”
The mob was howling:
“Death to the foreigners!”