Prescott ran forward by leaps and bounds.
"If you will have it——-" growled Tag, cocking both hammers of his ugly weapon.
Laura uttered another scream, then, with sudden frenzy, seized the barrels of the gun.
"Let go!" yelled Dick, racing up. "If he fires, even accidentally, you'll be killed."
"Then let him put down the gun," panted Laura without releasing her hold.
Belle seized Tag by his right arm, hanging on frantically.
But Dick, reaching the spot, laid hands on the shotgun.
"Let go, Laura," he commanded sternly. "I have hold of this gun."
It was the tone of the high school boy, not her own fear, that made Laura Bentley obey.
"Let go of his arm, Belle," Dick insisted. "You girls get back out of harm's way."