“Beat you,” I said, and flung the Colt in his face. I put everything I had into that throw. The Colt whizzed through the air, hit him a hell of a belt between the eyes. He went over backwards with a startled curse.
I jumped him, grabbed his gun, twisted away as Flaggerty threw himself at me. I kicked Flaggerty in the face, turned and hit Bat behind his ear with the Colt as he floundered to his knees.
Both of them stretched out flat in the sand, their arms flung wide and their faces turned to the morning sky.
That’s the way I left them.
8
Strong sunlight was trying to force its way through the wooden shutter as I woke to find Hetty Duval standing over me. I sat up in the bed, blinked at her.
“I guess I must have slept,” I said, running my fingers though my hair, exploring the lump on my head tenderly.
“I’ve brought you some coffee,” she said. “Davis is waiting to see you. Shall I send him up?”
“Sure,” I said, sniffing at the tray she had put on the bamboo table at my side. “What time is it?”
“Twelve,” she said, and went out of the room.