Patsy himself saw by the savage glare in Serpent Sam’s eyes that it would be jump or get hit at the next shot.
Quick as a flash, therefore, without moving from his place, and before Serpent Sam could cock his revolver again, Patsy drew one of his own barkers and fired.
Nobody in the room knew what he was about till they heard the bang! and saw the puff of smoke that rolled away from in front of the detective.
“I don’t dance for anybody,” said Patsy, quietly.
“Wow! ouch! damn!” howled Serpent Sam, as his revolver flew from his hand.
Patsy’s bullet had struck it on the butt.
It not only caused Serpent Sam to drop the weapon, but it numbed his fingers.
And the bullet did another thing.
Glancing from the place where it struck Sam’s revolver, it flew across the room and hit another man on the cartridge belt, doing no harm, but startling that man fearfully.