The approaching man with the rifle bent forward, sweeping the tent flap aside.
"Come out, Sarge!" he ordered.
"If I have to," retorted Hal, setting his teeth.
Grasping the revolver by the barrel end, he sprang through, before the other fellow could comprehend what was happening.
"Look out, there!" yelled one of the invaders, coming up behind the man with the rifle.
Crack! It was a fearful blow, the butt of the heavy Army revolver landing on the fellow's jaw and fracturing it.
"O-o-o-h!"
It was a wail of fearful agony, but under the circumstances Sergeant Overton could not afford to regret it.
The stricken man staggered back.