Phinny fired while the last word was being uttered, his ball whistling by Lander's ear. An instant later Lander fired, and his opponent half turned, remained motionless for a moment, then slumped down on his knees and rolled over.
Bridger started toward him, wrathfully crying:
"The miserable cur, to fire before he got the word!"
Tilton reached the prostrate figure first and tore open his shirt, and cried out:
"Plumb through th' heart!"
Bridger came to a halt. All the others stood like stumps for a count of five. Then Dillings' voice croaked:
"The devil's to pay for this. Can't kill a' A. F. C man like that!"
With a harsh laugh of triumph Papa Clair jeered:
"M'sleu is much in the mistake. The A. F. C. men can be killed just like that."
There was an uneasy stirring by the bushes, and the metallic click of a pistol being cocked brought Bridger's hands from his belt, holding two pistols; and he warned:
"A fair fight on Lander's part. A try at murder on Phinny's part. Had he killed Lander I
