It was him that done it." The eyes of Mac Strann grew vaguely meditative.
"Nope," he mused, in answer to his own thoughts, "I won't use no rope.
I'll use my hands.

Where'd the bullet land ?" A fresh agony of trembling shook Langley, and a fresh sparkle came in his glance.
"Betwixt his ribs, Mac.

And right on through.

And it come out his back!" But there was not an answering tremor in Mac Strann.

He let his hands fall away from the face of the vulture and he caught up the saddle.
Langley straightened himself.