Bang-bang! sounded two loud reports. Two streams of fire flashed before Private Overton's eyes.
Two bullets all but grazed the soldier boy's head on either side.
He would have been killed instantly but for Lieutenant Prescott.
That young officer, afraid to fire for fear of hitting his own man, had jumped into the fray despite the fact that his right wrist was all but useless.
With one flashing movement Prescott had recovered his revolver with his left hand.
It was his sudden football tackle, learned on the gridiron at West Point, that had seized Blick and spoiled the latter's aim.
Now, all three went down in an ugly clinch. Officer and soldier were fighting to pin Blick's arms to his side and thus render him helpless.
Bang! bang!
Bang! bang! bang!