Lou Garou, somewhat excited by painful recollections, went on in a stronger voice. "I puts up my hind sight to three hundred yards and draws a bead on Ruddy, between the shoulders. Then I lowers my piece and uncocks her. 'Stop a bit,' I says. 'How about that twenty?'
It's gettin' dark, and I follows them to Ruddy's. I hides my gun in a bush and knocks on the door. Ruddy comes out showin' his big teeth and laughin.' He closes the door behind him.
'Come for that twenty, Lou?' says he.
'Sure,' says I.
He thinks a minute, then he laughs and turns and flings open the door.
'Come in,' he says.
I goes in.
'Hallo!' says he, like he was awful surprised. 'Here's a friend of yours, Lou. Well, I never!'
I sees Jenny sittin' in a corner, tied hand and foot. I says, 'Hallo, Jenny'; she says, 'Hallo, Lou.' Then I turns to Ruddy. 'How about that twenty?' I says.
'Well, I'm damned!' he says. 'All he thinks about is his twenty. Well, here you are.'
He goes down into his pocket and fetches up a slug, and I pockets it.