Thrice flame spurted from the automatic. Three well-aimed bullets found their mark. Hoke Larrigan fell dead, sniped from an unexpected quarter.
Bart Hennesy’s killer had met his doom!
“Aim for the truck,” exclaimed Cliff grimly. Nipper’s action had forced the issue. Now was no time to hesitate.
A split second after Cliff had uttered his command, his men were at work. The gleaming muzzles of the machine guns were their targets.
The revolver shots wreaked havoc. Passing through the slatted sides of the big truck, they crippled the machine-gun operators.
The sullen dock wallopers sprang to action. The men who had come with Bart Hennesy were wild for revenge. Revolvers flashed! Shots rang out! Mighty arms were in action!
REVOLVER shots came from the big truck. Killer Durgan, recognizable as he leaned from the front seat, sought to avenge the death of Hoke Larrigan and he made Spunk Hogan his target. Bullets splattered the big truck as Hogan fell.
Killer Durgan seemed to bear a charmed life; but he realized the danger. He swung back into the seat. The man beside him — Ernie Shires — threw the truck into gear. It shot away toward safety.
“Get going!” cried Cliff, as the tail light of Durgan’s truck faded away. Cliff’s own truck was being showered, now, as Hoke Larrigan’s dock wallopers sought revenge.
Patsy threw the truck into gear. But before he could start it, a surge of men arrived.