Up against the wall. Spread 'em!" Ralph was relishing
the situation.
"Get the gun and let's get out of here. You, get out of the
way." Duane motioned to Demo, who stepped politely aside.
The two men entered the car, rev'd up the engine, pulled out
into traffic.
"Stop them! Stop! Police!" The officer shouted.
Demo notched an arrow to his bow, drove it through the right
rear tire of the vehicle. He then repeated the process with the
left tire.
The car abruptly swerved, ran against the curb, jumped it.
Crashing into a store front, the engine died.
Almost at that instant the reinforcements arrived and hurried
to the car.
"My God, it must be the kook with the bow. Look sticking out of
those tire! See if anyone is hurt. I've got him in sight."
"Drop it, drop it now! I'll shoot!"
Demo glanced at the approaching form. This also was a blue
clothed one. He turned to his companion. "Is he talking to you?"
"Hey, it's all right. He's okay. Get them gorillas in the car.
Hurry, they're getting out!"
Everyone rushed madly toward the chariot. For a moment Demo
watched, then turned with a shrug. An interesting, but kind of
strange, sport.
"Hey, Guru, tell me what life signifies. You still chomping
that dried junk?" The boy who had asked for a dollar was
grinning at him.
"My name is Demo, not Guru. Yes, I rather enjoy dried venison."
"Look, Guru, no offense, eh? You got cover for the night? The Y
has some pads open.
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