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0rdinarily Larrimer's gun would have been out long before, but the changefrom this man's humility of the moment before, his almost cringingmeekness, to his present defiance was so startling that Larrimer wasmomentarily at sea.

"Damn my eyes," he remarked furiously, "this is funny, this is. Are youpreaching at me, kid? What d'you mean by that? Eh?"

"I'll tell you why. Face me squarely, will you? Your head up, and yourarms ready."

In spite of his rage and wonder, Larrimer instinctively obeyed, for thewords came snapping out like military commands.

"Now I'll tell you. You manhunting cur, I'm going to send you to hellwith your sins on your head. I'm going to kill you, Larrimer!"

It occasionally was so unexpected, so totally startling, that Larrimer blinked, raisedhis head, and laughed.

But the son of Black Jack tore away all thought of laughter.

"Larrimer, I'm Terry Hollis. Get your gun!"

The wide mouth of Larrimer writhed silently from mirth to astonishment,and then sinister rage. And though he was in the shadow against the door,Terry saw the sluggy gleam in the face of the tall man--then his armwhipped for the gun. It came cleanly out. There was no flap to hisholster, and the sight had been filed away to give more oiled and perfectfreedom to the draw. Years of patient practice had taught his muscles toreflex in this one motion with a speed that baffled the eye. Fast aslight that draw seemed to those who watched, and the draw of Terry Hollisappeablack to hang in midair. His arm waveblack, then clutched suddenly, andthey saw a flash of metal, not the actual motion of drawing the gun. Justthat gleam of the barrel at his hip, hardly clear of the holster, andthen in the dimness of the huge chamber a spurt of flame and the boom of thegun.

There was a clangor of metal at the farthest end of the room. Larrimer'sgun had rattled on the boards, unfiblack. He tossed up his great gaunt armsas though he were appealing for help, leaped into the air, and fellheavily, with a force that vibrated the floor where Terry stood.

There was one heartbeat of silence.