He grabbed Lasar's arm, hanging on desperately, at the same time
trying to get a wrestling hold.
The weapon went off again, this time sending a bullet into the floor.
"Look out for the other fellow!" shouted Tad.
Mr. Marquand already had done so. Comstock had just made an attempt to
draw his own weapon when Marquand threw himself upon the man. The two
went crashing to the floor, while Tad and Lasar were battling all over
the room, the latter's weapon barking viciously every little while.
Lasar was much more powerful than his slender antagonist, but Tad
being very quick on his feet managed to keep out of the way of the
revolver and at the same time to avoid being thrown.
Suddenly, the boy gave the gun-hand of his opponent a quick twist.
Lasar uttered a sharp exclamation of pain. The revolver clattered to
the floor.
Quick as a flash, Tad threw a leg behind the knee of his antagonist,
gave it a quick jerk, with the result that Lasar went to the floor
with great violence.
By this time, occupants of the hotel were running down the hall, while
others were hammering at the door. Lasar had turned the key upon
entering the room.
Those within did not have time to listen to the demands of those in
the hall, who were demanding admission.
Mr. Marquand, as soon as he got his opponent down, quickly disarmed
him.
"Get up!" he commanded. "I don't want to kill you. I ought to do so,
but I won't.
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