ow I don't know
who yuh are, but----"

"I'm Kid Wolf," came the soft-spoken drawl, "from Texas. My enemies
usually call me by mah last name."

A man brushed near the Kid; his eye caught the Texan's significantly.
But instead of speaking, he merely thrust a wadded cigarette paper in
the Kid's hand as he passed by. So quickly was it done that nobody, it
seemed just then, had seen the movement. Kid Wolf's heart gave a
little leap. There was some mystery here! If he had made a friend,
was that friend afraid to speak to him? Was there a note in that paper
ball?

Hardy's eyes met the Texan's. They were insect eyes, beady and
glittering black.

"All right," he snarled. "Mr. Wolf, you clear out!"

The Texan's fiery Southern temper had reached its breaking point. It
snapped. In a twinkling, things were happening. Using quick, almost
superhuman strength, he picked up the half-breed by the neck and one
leg and hurled him, like a thunderbolt, into the group at the faro
table!

Tucumcari Pete's wild yell was drowned out by the tremendous crash of
splintering wood and thudding flesh, as the half-breed's body hurtled
through the air to smash Jack Hardy down to the floor with the impact.

The table went into kindling wood; chips and markers flew! A chair
banged against the lookout's high perch, just as he was bringing his
sawed-off shotgun to his shoulder.

_Br-r-r-ram, bang!_ The double charge went into the ceiling, as the
lookout toppled to the floor to join his companions, now a mass of
waving arms and legs.

Kid Wolf's twin .45s had come out as if by magic. He ducked low. He
did not need eyes in the back of his head to know that the men at the
bar would open fire at the drop of the hat! A bullet winged venomously
over him. Another one whined three inches from his ear. At the same
instant, a bottle, hurled by the bartender, smashed to fragments
against the wall.

But with one quick spring, Kid Wolf had his back against the
green-shuttered door. For the first time, his Colts splattered red
flame and smoke. There were three distinct reports, but they came so
rapidly that they blended into one sullen, ear-shattering roar. He had
aimed at the swinging lamps, and they went out so quickly that it
seemed they had been extinguished by the force of one giant breath.
Glass tinkled on the saloon floor, and all was wrapped in darkness.
The Texan's voice rang out like the clang of steel on granite:

"Yo're go