I looked at my man. What should I do? Should I leave him and go to
Craig? If I did, might he not pick us both off, from a safe
vantage point, by some sharp-shooting skill?
There was nothing I could do.
Kennedy was clinging to a lightning rod on the cross.
It broke.
I gasped as Craig reeled back. But he managed to catch hold of the
rod further down and cling to it.
The crook seemed to exult diabolically. Holding with both hands to
the cross, he let himself out to his full length and stamped on
Kennedy's fingers, trying every way to dislodge him. It was all
Kennedy could do to keep his hold.
I cried out in agony at the sight, for he had dislodged one of
Craig's hands. The other could not hold on much longer. He was
about to fall.
Just then I saw a face at the little window opening out from the
ladder to the outside of the steeple--a woman's face, tense with
horror.
It was Elaine!
Quickly a hand followed and in it was a revolver.
Just as the crook was about to dislodge Kennedy's other hand, I
saw a flash and a puff of smoke and a second later, heard a
report--and another--and another.
Horrors!
The crook who had taken refuge seemed to stagger back, wildly,
taking a couple of steps in the thin air.
Kennedy regained his hold.
With a sickening thud, the body of the crook landed on the ground
around the corner of the church from me.
Pages:
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160