Annixter, for the first time during the fight, took definite aim, but before he could draw the trigger there was a great shout and he was aware of the buckskin, the bridle trailing, the saddle empty, plunging headlong across the floor, crashing into the line of chairs.

Delaney was scrambling off the floor.

There was blood on the buster's wrist and he no longer carried his revolver.

Suddenly he turned and ran.

The crowd parted right and left before him as he made toward the doorway.