“That was him.”
“And a hooked nose?”
“Didn’t see his face.”
“What was he doing?”
“Standin’ with his back to the island and his face toward the city, an’ far’s I could tell he was standin’ there a shakin’ his big fists at the city an’ a swearin’ fit to kill.”
“That was just what he would do if he is the man I think him to be,” said Johnny, quietly.
“Would he now? What’d anybody do a crazy thing like that for?”
“You tell me,” said Johnny. “There are some like that.”
“Crooks and cranks,” said Ben. “Why didn’t you hit him first?”
“I did, but he had a hard head.”