“Shoulder to shoulder then,” cried Harry Hale. “Strike down everything in your road.”
“And get to the man?” cried Gorse.
“Yes.”
“Strike it is then,” roared Charley, and his blade flashed in the radiant glow that streamed from the doorway. “Take that, you snoozer.”
And down went a wounded man as he spoke.
Headed by Jerry Prime, the outlaws poured into the hallway.
There were fully a dozen of them, but our three friends were desperate men and bold fighters, and they did not reckon the odds.
They were resolved to cut their way out to the Steam Man, and they meant to carry out the resolve.
Many of the counterfeiters were lying in the hallway above, and this fortunately reduced the number of those arrayed against our three friends.
Four to one!