The artist's face was white and set; her eyes sparkled brilliantly; she held the still smoking weapon in readiness for another shot.
But the men were awed by the fall of their leader.

They watched Beth leap to the platform beside Thursday Smith and draw his revolver from his pocket, where he had placed it.

Hetty's courage had inspired her, and Beth had handled pistols before.

The men read the determined eyes fixed upon them; they noted Smith's indifference to their threats.

The defenders of the press and pressman were only girls, but they were girls evidently not afraid to shoot.
No advance was made and the tableau was dramatic.