"Sure I do, but—"
The Spider paused, drawing in his breath slowly, as with experienced gaze he viewed Ravenslee's pale, set face—the delicate nostrils wide and quivering, the relentless mouth and burning eyes and all the repressed ferocity of him and, drawing back a step, the Spider shook his head.
"Bo," said he, "that's jest what I ain't goin' t' tell ye."
"Very well, I must find him."
"Don't!" said the Spider, walking on beside him, "if I didn't think a whole lot o' ye, I'd lead ye t' him."
"Oh—I shall find him, if it takes me all night."
"An' if ye do, it'll be murder, I'm dead sure—"
"Murder?" said Ravenslee with a flash of white teeth. "Well, I shall certainly kill him—this time!"
"Is it th' Kid again?"
"No—oh, no, it's just for my own satisfaction—and pleasure."