Hal and Noll dragged Blick to his feet.
Like a flash the scoundrel darted away from them. No one had told the Army people that Jack Blick was an expert at throwing off shackles. But now Blick squeezed his wrists and hands through the steel bracelets before his would-be captors could realize it.
As part of the same movement he raced to where one of his revolvers lay.
Stooping and picking it up, Blick wheeled like a streak of light on his knees.
But Soldier Hal had his own weapon up. He fired, coolly—for life.
The bullet drilled through Blick's wrist, forcing him to drop the revolver like hot iron.
The fellow's left hand, however, picked up the weapon.
Bang!
Once more Blick dropped his weapon, for Noll Terry had fired, shattering the fellow's left fore-arm.
Now, apparently, Jack Blick was out of the fighting game.