Without a word Dick whipped out his shooter from his hip pocket;
Donald's companions leaped from the table, concluding at once there
was going to be blood, while "Old Shorty" ducked behind the counter in
terror.

Kitty stood rooted to the spot, expecting to see her defender fall at
her feet with a bullet through his brain or heart.

Donald, the moment that Dick pulled out the pistol, grasped the arm that
held it as with a vice with his right hand, and, letting go his hold, of
his throat, with his left he wrenched the weapon from him.

Then he dealt him a straight blow in the face that felled him like an
ox.

Dick rose to his feet with murder in his eyes.

With a cry of rage he rushed upon Donald. The latter had learned to box
as well as shoot. He was quite calm, though very pale. He waited for
the attack, and then, judging his opportunity, let out his left with
terrific force. The blow struck Dick behind the ear, and he fell to the
ground with a heavy thud.

He rose to his feet, muttered something about _his_ time coming, and
slunk out.

Donald's victory over "Wild Dick," who was regarded as a bully, was
hailed in the exclamations which head this chapter.

Donald never provoked a quarrel, but, once engaged, he generally came