“Kill him!” yelled a voice.
“Shoot the detective!” screamed another.
“Stab him to the heart!”
“Hit him on the head with a club!”
A shot whizzed by Nick’s head; it was too close for comfort.
He suddenly remembered that he had taken a revolver from the body of the man that the inspector had killed that afternoon; he would use it.
Had his fall into the ditch ruined it?
Nick concluded that he would see.
His assailants were rushing toward him again; by the light of the lantern he could see that they were armed; he must do something to save his life.
Taking aim as well as he could in the uncertain light, he aimed at the man who was nearest him.