In Barracks and Wigwam — page 103: what you’re looking at

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ee ee _ ‘How Gray Fox Resented a Blow. | 93 '. Bang! bang! bang! three shots roared and flashed, all aimed so recklessly that the bullets found lodgment high on the opposite wall. For a fleeting second Jack Hark- ness’ bloated face, insane with rage and intoxication, glared through the curling smoke. Then he was gone, banging the door shut, and floundering with booted feet amid the wreck of chairs and tables in the adjoining apartment. “After him, men!” roared Captain Norman, as he dashed forward with drawn revolvers. “Don’t let the -ruffian escape. Take him dead or alive! There is a price on his head in three States!” Those of Troop A who were outside and on the threshold had surged into the room at the first shot, and now the drunken and thoroughly cowed recruits were flung right and left as the little band of cavalrymen plowed across the floor in a blue and yellow wave. Right over the bar vaulted Captain Norman, Linn, and Corporal Otis, with their comrades at their heels. Crash! down went the door, and into the dark room beyond tum-_ bled the whole party. They stampeded through it with reckless haste, tumbled out the door at the farther end, cleared the yard in flying leaps, bore down the rickety board fence, and found themselves in a narrow thorough- fare that ran parallel with the main street of the town. “There he goes!’ gasped Captain Norman, pointing to a flying figure some sixty feet distant. “Run your best, men! We must have him dead or alive!” The flying figure was Jack Harkness, and he was run- ning up the street with great strides in the direction of the railway station. The roar of the chase came to his cars, and he glanced over his shoulder with a jeering howl. As he ran on he fired shee shots at his Sikilendien Bs but all went wide of the mark. “sS ‘comichooks co