It was so quick, so
unexpected, that the Wolf could not keep his hold, and Beany
dropped to the floor, crying, "Shoot!"
A revolver cracked, but it was in the Wolf's hand. Porky felt a
sting as the bullet grazed his shoulder. Then Hen's weapon
barked just once!
The revolver dropped from the Wolf's hand, a strange, blank look
spread over his face, and he sank to his knees. Beany, flat on
the floor behind him, jumped to his feet.
The door, which had been unlatched, swung violently open and for
a second the face of Ledermann appeared, then flashed by as he
saw the tableau, and dashed for the stairway to the attic and the
roof. A dozen policemen ran in, three of them following
Ledermann, at Porky's direction, while the others snapped the
cuffs on the two men at the table, and tenderly took the cruel
gag from Asa's parched and bleeding mouth, and untied him. Beany
rushed up into the attic after the men who were pursuing
Ledermann and as he reached the place, the call of the wireless
caught his attention. He answered the call, and commenced to
take down a long message.
Below, Porky and Hen knelt by the Wolf and turned him over. He
still breathed, and Hen fumbled through his pockets for another
revolver.
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