"Don't get smart with me!" Devil Chad threatened. "You come to rob our net, didn't you?"
Hans, surprised, made a momentary slip. "Your net?"
"Yes, our net! You come to rob it like you robbed all the rest!" Chad's expressionless eyes pierced Jake Hillis like daggers. "What are you doin' here?"
Hans answered calmly. "He is here as our guest, and at our invitation. Now let us hear some more about 'your' net."
"You know what I mean! Touch it an' we start shootin'!"
"But we haven't touched anything," Hans said smilingly. He turned to Jake Hillis. "Have we?"
Jake Hillis, too dull-witted for quick evasion, said, "No, you haven't."
Cold rage mounted within Ramsay. He swung his shotgun so that the muzzle centered squarely on Devil Chad. If it came to a gun battle, he decided grimly, his arch-enemy would at least be shot at.
Hans, unruffled, took command. "Where is your net? Show us."
"Right here."