"I hope not," he laughed. "You got hold of his leg just in time, old boy."
"Oh, I didn't dally when I saw him throw his gun out," said Boxer, winking rapidly with both eyes. "I allowed he was going to begin shooting directly."
"Uf you vould tookit my device," said Schlitzenheimer, "you couldt out uf dis town get a hurriness indo."
"Thot's roight," nodded O'Grady. "It's moighty dangerous to remain after this, Oi know."
"Pob vill got vor heemseluf another gun, und he vill look vor you on der sdreet," declared the saloon-keeper.
"Well, he may find us, eh, Boxer?" smiled Frank.
"Sure thing," said the dog. "And I reckon you can shoot as quick and as straight as he can."
Schlitzenheimer shook his head and averred that Bob was the greatest pistol-shot known in those parts, which, however, did not seem to alarm Frank Merriwell in the least.
Suddenly there came a scream from the street, the voice being that of a girl, and the sound indicating that she was in great fear and distress.