Michael J. Phillips, Gun play (1925)
“ Chihuahua Pete rested on one elbow behind the center of a fire-blackened log. The log was thick and substantial-looking. The little man, seemingly smaller and more helpless than ever, sprawled on the open sand. His coat was off; it lay beside him, a heap of cartridges in clips of five, upon it. His left arm was in the sling of his rifle. Both men watched the group on the railroad, for a signal from Sam was to start the battle.“Say, this aint legal!” declared the derby-hatted drummer to Ed, the smaller man’s friend. ”
