“Who was he gunning for on the Glen Road?” asked Vane.
“That’s what the deputy couldn’t make out. The old lad was cussin’ about some feller who’d busted up the whole works jist because he didn’t have courage enough to tell who he was an’ what he wanted.”
“He has no right to feel that way about it,” returned Vane gravely. “It was coming to him.”
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