Yes, he had.
"Let up, Bill," said a voice, coaxingly, as one might to soothe a wild beast.

"Don't--" "Drop that pistol!" said another voice, which Keith recognized as Dave Dennison's.
The desperado half glanced at the latter as he shot a volley of oaths at him.

That glance saved Keith.

He ducked out of the line of aim and sprang upon his assailant at the same time, seizing the pistol as he went, and turning it up just as Bluffy pulled the trigger.

The ball went into the remote corner of the ceiling, and the desperado was carried off his feet by Keith's rush.
The only sounds heard in the room were the shuffling of the feet of the two wrestlers and the oaths of the enraged Bluffy.