Hal followed suit.
Both raised their weapons, but Duval was not in sight, so they did not
fire. Slowly they got to their feet again, and dashed into the room where
they now knew the Apache chief to be.
Hal went first. As he cleared the doorway, he was met by Duval himself,
who, with the butt of his revolver, dealt the lad a heavy blow on the
head. Hal fell like a log.
But Chester had been right at Hal's heels and before Duval could raise
his weapon to fire, or bring it down on the lad's head, Chester had
clinched with him.
With his two arms beneath those of the Apache chief, Chester brought them
up, and, reaching over his shoulder, clasped hands under Duval's chin.
But Duval was a powerful man, and broke this hold with ease, even as the
lad exerted his utmost strength in an attempt to strangle his opponent.
Chester staggered back, but rushed into another clinch as Duval raised
his revolver. Ducking, Chester drove his fist to his opponent's chin,
even as the latter pressed the trigger. The bullet whistled harmlessly
over his head.
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