Rods that seemed miles; at last lights appeared in the distance.

Harry stopped to peer ahead.

Then he tossed aside his weapon.
"There 's only two of 'em--Blindeye and Taylor Bill.

I could whip 'em both myself but I 'll take the big 'un.

You--" he turned to Fairchild--"you get Blindeye." "I 'll get him." Anita stopped and groped about for a stone.
"I 'll be ready with something in case of accident," came with determination.