Jim’s hand flew to his belt and the big revolver was jerked out in a trice. He pushed it into the stomach of the foremost man, and caused that worthy to shiver with terror. The latter backed away, whilst his friends hunted for firearms.
“Stand aside!” roared Jim.
The lane widened, but at the end of it were two men handling revolvers, with a dangerous glint in their eyes.
“So yore after stoppin’ a man eloping with his own wife, eh?”
“Wife——?”
“Thet’s so.”
The crowd stared. This put a new complexion on matters. The Captain looked at Angela.
“Say, is that husky your ’old man’?”
Angela flushed with embarrassment. 178
“I hate him, and I won’t go with him!” she cried hotly.