“Not yet.”
“Fools, the pair of ’em. If that bank teller hadn’t grabbed for his gun we’d ’a’ got away with it fine.”
She looked at him with disgust, not untouched with self-scorn because she had ever let him become an overpowering influence in her life. He could no more help boasting than he could breathing.
“As it is, you’ve reached the end of your rope,” the girl said steadily.
“Don’t you think I’m at the end of a rope. I’m a long ways from there.”
“And the men with you are gone.”
“How gone? Did they get ’em?”
“Neither of them ever moved out of his tracks.”
“When I heard the shootin’ I figured it would be thataway,” Houck said callously.
She could see in him no evidence whatever of regret or remorse for what he had done. This raid, she guessed, was of his planning. He had brought the others into it, and they had paid the penalty of their folly. The responsibility for their deaths lay at his door. He was not apparently giving a thought to that.