Noll had just bounded out in sight of the scramble for life as Blick fired the last two shots.
Even as the wretch pressed the trigger, however, Hal Overton took another quick grip on the fellow's wrist.
Thus was the soldier boy's life saved for the instant.
But the weapons that Blick carried were automatic revolvers, each holding nine cartridges. The scoundrel therefore held several lives in his hands if he could only get a chance to free his wrists sufficiently.
Still the three fought, rolled and scrambled across the floor.
Now, Private Noll Terry was hovering over the combatants.
At first the strenuous trio moved with such bewildering speed and were so hopelessly mixed up that Noll actually wondered what he could do.
At last he saw his chance and tried for it.
Whack!
Clubbing his revolver, Soldier Noll brought the butt of the weapon down with fearful force—on some one's head.