"They're not coming," Riddell said. "Your door's so solid they can't
break in. We're here alone."
Barr's thin hands moved swiftly toward his hip, but Riddell moved also.
Barr's gun came up just as Riddell's fist crashed into his arm. A shot
whined across the room and buried itself in the luxurious panelling,
and Riddell reached out and knocked the gun from Barr's fingers.
Again Barr screamed for his men. And from below came a loud roar, a
shout of defiance. Riddell smiled. The soldiers sensed that someone had
broken into Barr's stronghold.
"Let him have it!" yelled somebody. "Kill Barr!"
"We don't want to fight another war!" shouted another. Riddell glanced
down and saw the soldiers, divided.