Dan ThundenVery slowly, so that the white–bearded man with the two blue guns could see each move, Renny and Johnny lowered Long Tom back to the floor. Then Renny's huge fists knotted and unknotted angrily.
"Take it easy," Long Tom warned. "This guy took us in, what I mean."
The whiskered one dropped down to the floor, white hair flying. There was a weird lightness and agility about his movements. His features were unusual, also. They had the lines of a man of fifty, yet the skin was clear and the eyes had a youthful sparkle.
"Stand still," advised the gunman in a youthful, drawling voice. "I'm going to search yoah pockets."
His bony but agile fingers brought to view, from armpit holsters worn by Doc's three men, a trio of the unique supermachine pistols which were the bronze man's inve
