Several men ran towards Wambush, but they were not quick enough. He
had stabbed Westerfelt once in the breast and drawn back his arm for
another thrust, when Luke Bradley caught his wrist. Wambush struck at
Bradley with his left hand, but the bar-keeper caught it, and between
him and Bradley, Wambush was overpowered.
"The sheriff's coming!" a voice exclaimed, as a big man rode up quickly
and dismounted.
"Hello!" he cried, "I summon you, Buck Hillhouse, and Luke Bradley, in
the name o' the law to 'rest Wambush. Take that knife from 'im!"
"Arrest the devil!" came from Wambush's bloody lips. He made a violent
effort to free himself, but the two men held him.
"I'll he'p yer, whether you deputize me or not!" grunted Bradley, as he
hung to the hand which still held the knife, "I'll he'p yer cut 'is
d----d throat, the cowardly whelp!"
"I've got nothin' 'gin nuther party," said the bar-keeper, "but I
reckon I'll have to obey the law."
"He's attempted deliberate murder on a unarmed man," Bradley informed
the sheriff; "fust with a gun an' then with a knife.
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