legsâfootball stuff. I felt his teeth in the knee I pumped up, and felt them break. A pock-marked mulatto pushed a gun-barrel over the shoulder of the man in front of him. My blackjack crunched the arm of the man in front. He winced sidewise as the mulatto pulled the triggerâand had the side of his face blown away.
I fired twiceâonce when a gun was leveled within a foot of my middle, once when I discovered a man standing on a table not far off taking careful aim at my head. For the rest I trusted to my arms and legs, and saved bullets. The night was young and I had only a dozen pillsâsix in the gun, six my pocket.
It was a swell bag of nails. Swing right, swing left, kick, swing right, swing left, kick. Donât hesitate, donât look for targets. God will see that thereâs always a mug there for your gun or blackjack to sock, a belly for your foot.
A bottle came through and found my forehead. My hat saved me some, but the crack didnât do me any good. I swayed and broke a nose where I should have smashed a skull. The room seemed stuffy, poorly ventilated. Somebody ought to tell Larrouy about it. How do you like that lead-and-leather pat on the temple, blondy? This rat on my left is getting too close. Iâll draw him in by bending to the right to poke the mulatto, and then Iâll lean back into him and let him have it. Not bad! But I canât keep this up all night. Where are Red and Jack? Standing off watching me?
Somebody socked me in the shoulder with somethingâa piano from the feel of it. A bleary-eyed Greek put his face where I couldnât miss it. Another thrown bottle took my hat and part of my scalp. Red OâLeary and Jack Counihan smashed through, dragging the girl between them.
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While Jack put the girl through the door, Red and I cleared a little space in front of us. He was good at that. When he chucked them back they went back. I didnât dog it on him, but I did let him get all the exercise he wanted.
âAll right!â Jack called.
Red and I went through the door, slammed it shut. It wouldnât hold even if locked. OâLeary sent three slugs through it to give the boys something to think about, and our retreat got under way.
We were in a narrow passageway lighted by a fairly bright light. At the other end was a closed door. Halfway down, to the right, steps led up.
âStraight ahead?â asked Jack, who was in front.
OâLeary said, âYes.â and I said, âNo. Vance will have that blocked by now if the bulls havenât. Upstairsâthe roof.â
We reached the stairs. The door behind us burst open. The light went out. The door at the other end of the passage slammed open. No light came through either door. Vance would want light. Larrouy must have pulled the switch, trying to keep his dump from being torn to toothpicks.
Tumult boiled in the dark passage as we climbed the stairs by the touch system. Whoever had come through the back door was mixing it with those who had followed usâmixing it with blows, curses and an occasional shot. More power to them! We climbed, Jack leading, the girl next, then me, and last of all, OâLeary.
Jack was gallantly reading road-signs to the girl: âCareful of the landing, half a turn to the left now, put your right hand on the wall andââ
âShut up!â I growled at him. âItâs better to have her falling down than to have everybody in the drum fall on us.â
We reached the second floor. It was black as black. There were three stories to the building.
âIâve mislaid the blooming stairs,â Jack complained.
We poked around in the dark, hunting for the flight that should lead up toward our roof. We didnât find it. The riot downstairs was quieting. Vanceâs voice was telling his push that they were mixing it with each other, asking where we had gone. Nobody seemed to know. We didnât know, either.
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