Mr.Espalin gathered that Pringle desired no outcry and shunned observation; he sat motionless accordingly; he felt a hand at his belt, which removed his gun.
"Happy days!" said Foy, and raised his glass to his lips.
Creagan seized the uplifted wrist with both hands, Applegate pounced on the other arm.

Pringle leaped through the doorway.

But something happened swifter than Pringle's swift rush.

Foy's knee shot up to Applegate's stomach.

Applegate fell, sprawling.