“Well, it’s the other way around. What do you mean to Nick Savoli, compared to me? You’re just as dumb as you are yellow. You didn’t even wise up when Borrango called you the second time, telling you to wait an hour.
“You can thank me for that, Larrigan. I’m kind hearted. I didn’t want to see you go on the spot too soon. Things are more quiet, early in the morning. But I want to tell you something, Larrigan.
“I’m not afraid of a yellow guy, no matter how big he is. That means you. I could have put Schultz and Spirak on the spot, that night in Marmosa’s Cafe. But I only crippled them. I wasn’t afraid of them, was I? They got theirs later, didn’t they?
“I wasn’t afraid of your whole gang of hoodlums, that night I crashed into your saloon, was I? You’re waiting for me to put you on the spot, right now. Well, I’m not going to do it.
“Nick Savoli turned you over to me, and Mike Borrango helped out. I’ve got you where they want you, and I’m going to let you go. That’s how much I’m afraid of you, and your mob. It’s a long walk back to town. I hope you enjoy it.”
Monk Thurman moved away from the astonished Larrigan. The gang leader was too amazed to move. He stood gaping in silence, as Monk drove away in the big sedan.
Then Larrigan swore beneath his breath. His mind was bewildered. He believed that he had been double-crossed by Savoli and Borrango; but more than that, he had gone through a most incredible experience.
For the first time in the history of gangdom, a gunman had put his victim on the spot and let him live!
THERE was no gratitude in Mike Larrigan’s heart as he began the long journey back to the city. His spirit was filled with hatred for Monk Thurman.
He was resolved, more than ever before, to get the man whom he held responsible for the deaths of his most important lieutenants. Yet even greater than his hatred for Monk Thurman was his desire for vengeance upon Nick Savoli and Mike Borrango!