Then Blackstone's gun boomed, and Murdock leaped up, firing rapidly. Clint felt the hot tearing of lead. But his aim was true.
Murdock threw up his gun and fell backward. Blackstone slid out of his chair, shooting over the table.
But he had a larger body and Clint's second shot at him, under the table, found it's mark. Blackstone slumped down.
{zane grey : fighting caravans : page 263}
