That was the signal for a wild run for outdoors, for cover.

I heard the crack of guns and whistle of lead.

I shoved Steele back of the bar, falling over Blandy as I did so.
"When I got up Steele was leaning over the bar with a gun in each hand.
There was a hot fight then for a minute or so, but I didn't fire a shot.
Morton and his crowd were busy.

Men ran everywhere, shooting, ducking, cursing.

The room got blue with smoke till you couldn't see, and then the fight changed to the street.
"Steele and I ran out.