"Violence appears to be necessary," he said. "We must drive them off and get away, or there'll be more of them upon us within a short time!"
From a window over the veranda, the Black Star looked at the situation. Two of the police automobiles were playing searchlights on the sides of the house. Another was driving across the lawn to do the same on the front. The Black Star took an automatic from beneath his robe, and fired one shot across the lawn.
The shot was a signal. From every window shots were sent at the men surrounding the house, shots that were not meant to wound or kill, only to terrify. But the chief's men were not easily frightened.
They sought refuge behind trees and clumps of brush, and returned the fire. They shattered windows and made it impossible for the Black Star's men to remain in them. They poured volleys against the doors.
But the master criminal and his men were safe so far. The officers were not able to get inside the house. The Black Star had no wish to stand a siege, for he knew that there could be but the one outcome. There came a lull in the battle, and the Black Star shouted from his window.
"Is the chief there?"
"He's here!" came a voice from the darkness.
"This is the Black Star!"
"Well, what do you want? Are you and your men ready to surrender to us? We'll get you, and get you good, if you don't!"
"Surrender?" the Black Star said. "When I hold the advantage?"
"I don't see it!" the chief shouted.
