"Get out.

I got to be alone! Get out, or by God--" It was not so much his words, or the fear of his threats, but the very fact that Billy the clerk, harmless, smiling old Billy, had burst into noisy wrath, scared them as if an earthquake had gripped the building.
They went out sidling, and left the rooms in quiet.

Then Billy took up the phone.
"Pete Glass is dead," he was saying a moment later to the owner of the general merchandise store at St.Vincent.

"Barry came in this morning and shot him.

The boys have run him east to the Morgan Hills.