“Grab some cloud, Bat,” I said.
He stiffened, then without moving his body he looked over I his shoulder. His small pig eyes hardened when he saw me. His right hand moved, but I showed him the Luger.
“I shouldn’t, Bat,” I said gently. “I’m Cain.”
That held him. Slowly he raised his hands to shoulder height. He grinned at me. His teeth were black and broken.
“Hullo, bub,” he said.
“Get over to the wall,” I said, watching him, “and face it.”
“You’re my meat, bub,” he went on, grinning at me. “Not now, but later. I’m as good with a rod as you.”
“We’ll try it sometime,” I said. “Get over to the wall.”
Still grinning, he sidled over to the wall.
“Turn,” I said.