“You can always look for trouble with the red bull.”
“How did you plan to handle him?”
“Brad, and nose ring.”
Darrin eyed the other sharply. “Wouldn’t have had much time to get hold of his nose ring if he’d charged, would you?”
“I had a gun,” said Evered. “A forty-five.”
“Oh,” said Darrin. “You had a gun?”
Evered, a little restive, cried, “Yes, damn it, I had a gun!”
“You must have felt like shooting Semler,” Darrin suggested; and Evered looked at him sidewise, a little alarmed. He seemed to put himself on guard.
Darrin got to his feet. “They were sitting by these rocks, weren’t they?”
“Yes.”