Dudley, escaped from arrest, ran out with a flaming pine torch in his hand.
"Halt!" cried Morrison, with raging anger.

"Dudley! HALT!" But Dudley knew that there would be little use in halting and so ran on until a big revolver barked behind him and he pitched heavily forward on his face.

Morrison looked down on the prostrate form and his lips moved sadly, pityingly: "And I promised her--protection!".