“Yes,” said Barnaby Haley, speaking to the officers. “I want you to arrest him.”
Storms glanced quickly around, as the officer stepped toward him.
“Wait!” he exclaimed.
Like a flash he snatched out a revolver.
“As well for two as for one!” he snarled.
Up went his hand.
Click!
The hammer of the revolver fell, but there was no report.
The cartridge had failed to explode, and Frank Merriwell’s life was spared.
Uttering a howl of rage, the fellow flung the weapon at Merry, striking him fairly on the breast and staggering him.