For that matter, all the men were startled.
Some of them ran behind the bar and crouched down.
Half a dozen of those who had been in the place when the horsemen came ran for the outside door.
Serpent Sam, cursing with rage and pain, reached for his other revolver.
He could bend his numbed fingers just enough to draw it from his belt, but he could not cock it.
While he was trying to do so, it dropped to the floor.
The fingers of his right hand would not hold it.
Patsy, knowing that he was disabled, was paying no attention to him.
He was sweeping his revolver carelessly around the room.