“Too tough to kill. Born to hang,” said Vernon.
There was a stir at the edge of the circle which hemmed them in. It parted to let two men pass through. The two cradled a broken man in their arms.
Robinson glared at the brothers out of haggard eyes. His legs dangled grotesquely, seeming to reach despairingly toward the floor. His face was a twisted mask of pain and anger.
“You thought to kill me,” he boomed.
“I am sorry,” said Vince.
“Sorry!”
“Sorry I didn’t succeed.”
Robinson was muttering to himself.
“Delirious,” said Vernon and Vince nodded.
But they were mistaken.