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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Fifty third Street and First Avenue, to the tremendous amazement of both parties. They stared at one another vacantly. Worthing's first thought was expressed in a loud cry of good cheer: 'Muriel! don't be afraid!' Grebe thrust out his revolver and yelled, 'Halt!' Worthing reached in his pocket for his pistol to join battle. Blip wasted little time in wonder. He whirled to the left, throwing his whole cab forward for a shield. As it slewed round Achilles leaned out and fired across him. The slug of lead twanged past the policeman's elbow and Worthing's wrist and glanced from the wheel. Sbarra groaned unnoticed: 'Well, they got me, all right.' His right hand slid from the wheel, his left hand caught at his biceps where the sting was. The car wabbled and ran hither and yon, while Grebe fired at the front tire and sent a bullet through the back of the other taxicab. Worthing had only one thought Muriel's safety. He was insane enough to stick his pistol under the policeman's chin and yell: 'If you shoot again, I will!' Grebe did not hear him. He turned to snarl at Sbarra: 'Where the hell you drivin'?' The unguided car was making for a lamp post when Sbarra forced his hands back to the wheel and held the course true while he shut off the power. He yelped back at Grebe: 'They got me, I tell you. I'm through!' CHAPTER XXXVI REBE'S disgust left no room for sympathy. He groaned at his enforced idleness and writhed with chagrin as he heard Achilles' heroic laughter float back triumphantly. Worthing was nardened,too,by too much experience with wounds. He turned on the stoic Sbarra with contempt for his cowardice. 'Goon!' he shouted. 'Goon! You can't stop here!' 'Me arm's gone,' Sbarra shouted back into his face. 'I can't run me car, I tell you.' ...
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