Barry _waited_ for Jerry.
Understand ?" "What of that ?" "Mac, you're blind! Jerry knowed you'd be throwing yourself away if you went up agin Barry." At this Mac Strann whirled with a suddenness surprising for one of his bulk.

Haw-Haw Langley flattened his gaunt frame against the wall.
"Mac!" he pleaded, "_I_ didn't say you'd be throwin' yourself away.

It was Jerry's idea." "Did Jerry tell you that ?" he asked.
"So help me God!" "Did Jerry _want_ me to get Barry ?" "Why wouldn't he ?" persisted the vulture, twisting his bony hands together in an agony of alarm and suspense.

"Ain't it nacheral, Mac ?" Mac Strann wavered where he stood.
"Somehow," he argued to himself, "it don't seem like killin' is right, here." The long hand of Langley touched his shoulder.
He whispered rapidly: "You remember last night when you was out of the room for a minute?
Jerry turned his head to me--jest the way he's lyin' now--and I says: 'Jerry, is there anything I can do for you ?'" Mac Strann reached up and his big fingers closed over those of Haw-Haw.
"Haw-Haw," he muttered, "you was his frien'.

I know that." Haw-Haw gathered assurance.
He said: "Jerry answers to me: 'Haw-Haw, old pal, there ain't nothin' you can do for me.