down!" Murdoch yelled. "And don't let them
get away!"

Gordon was after a thug who was attempting to run away. He brought him
to the ground with a single blow across the kidneys.

It was soon over. They rounded up the men of the gang, and one of the
cops started off. Murdoch called, "Where are you going?"

"To find a phone and call the wagon."

"We're not using wagons," Murdoch told him. "Line them up."

When the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing
police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if
they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the
pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.

Murdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears
running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt.
"Take him aside. Names."

Gordon found a section away from the others. "I want the name of every
man in the gang you can remember," he told the man.

Horror shot over the other's bruised features. "Colonel, they'd kill me!
I don't know."

His screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come.
Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.

Murdoch took his nod as evidence enough, and turned to the wretched
toughs. "He squealed," he announced. "If he should turn up dead, I'll
know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this
district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one
of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the
Stonewall gang is dead!"

He turned and moved off down the street, the others at his side. Gordon
nodded. "I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose
the whole gang jumps us at once?"

Murdoch shrugged. "Then we're taken. The old book I got the idea from
didn't mention that."

* * * * *

Trouble began brewing shortly after, though. Men stood outside, studying
the cops on their beat. Murdoch sent one of the men to pick up a second
squad of six, and then a third. After that, the watchers began to melt
away.

"We'd better shift to another territory," Murdoch decided. Gordon
realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here
meant other territories would be safe.

Two more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon
spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking
spectacle.

Murd