"Cap'n O'Leary!" he roared. "Gimme!"
"Shut up," said Wilmer Lafon, and pushed the big redhead out of the way. Sauer's jaw dropped and the snake eyes opened wide.
"Wilmer," he protested feebly. But that was all the protest he made, because the snake's eyes had seen that Lafon held a g*n. He stood back, the big hands half outstretched toward the unconscious guard captain, O'Leary, and the cold eyes became thoughtful.
And then he saw who else was with the party. "Wilmer! You got the governor there!"
Lafon nodded. "Throw them in a cell," he ordered, and sat down on a guard's stool, breathing hard. It had been a fine fight on the steps, before he and his boys had subdued the governor and the guards, but Wilmer Lafon wasn't used to fighting. Even six years in the Jug hadn't turned an archite
