The gang leader made no answer. He chose to nurse his venom silently.
"Where's Kitty Mason?"
Still no answer.
"I asked you what you've done with Kitty Mason?"
"What's that to you?"
"I'm close-herdin' that li'l' girl and I'll not have yore dirty hands touch her. Where is she?"
"That's my business."
"By God, you'll tell, or I'll tear it out of you!"
Clay backed to the door, found the key, transferred it to the inner side of the lock, turned it, and put it in his pocket.
The cornered gangman took a chance. He ducked for the shelter of the desk, tore open a drawer, and snatched out an automatic.