smell of sulphur."

"Get back! I'm bad, I tell ye!"

"You, bad; you cheap Piute from Rhode Island!" sniffed Tom
contemptuously.

Reaching forward, quick as a flash, Reade twisted a revolver from
the fellow's left hand.

"Now, pass me the other," continued Tom. "If you don't I'll wring
that wooden head of yours from your neck! I'm coming, now!"

Having tossed the captured revolver in the street behind him,
Reade made a sudden leap at the "bad wolf."

"Hold on!" cried the fellow sheepishly. "Don't get excited.
Here it is; take it!"

Seeing how readily their companion had surrendered, the other
two headed Hazelton's demand for their weapons.

From the doorway Chief Simmons had looked on at this brief, bloodless
battle like one dazed.

From up and down Main street at respectful distances, crowds of
Gridleyites gazed in stupefied wonder.

"Come on out, Chief, and talk to these naughty boys!" called Tom
good-humoredly. "They didn't mean to be troublesome, but Fourth