“When such things as this begin to happen, it’s clear proof that somebody’s getting badly scared,” he commented.
“Who’s doin’ et? Thet’s what I wanter know.”
“Some of Gopher Gabe’s emissaries, of course; but he ought to hire men who can do a little better shooting.”
“Thet bullet come nigh ernough ter make a clost call.”
“Well, yes; when it jumped from the table, it almost kissed me on the nose.”
He went to the wall and looked at the hole torn by the bullet.
“From a forty-five Colt revolver, I judge,” he commented.
Steps were heard in the hall, and Nomad pulled his revolver.
“Ef thar’s more shootin’, I shoots fust!” he growled.