"No."
"Then we'll take him."
Kit had cut the old man's bonds, and thrust a revolver into his hand.
"Fight for your life," he said.
With a roar the mob was upon them. Revolvers were drawn, and as they
rushed forward the dauntless three surrounded Norris--three against
fifty.
"Halt!" cried Ted. "The first man to lay a hand on any of us is a dead
one."
"Go on an' take him. I'll attend to the kid," shouted Shan Rhue.
"Get him!" "String him up!" "Lynch the old thief!"
These were the cries with which the mob advanced.
Out of the mob came several shots. Ted heard a cry of pain behind him,
and turned to see Stella reel in her saddle, pale to the lips, with her
hand pressing her head, Then she fell.
With a cry of horror and rage, Ted turned toward her, but just then he
felt himself seized and dragged from his saddle. Something struck him on
the back of the head, and all became black.
But as he was going off into unconsciousness he heard a shout. It was
the old Moon Valley yell, and he knew that Norris would be safe.
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