CHAPTER 9POISON FANGS
Nothing was said as John and the Warden trudged together down the road, and Harvey Lambertson backed his car out of the hemlocks. He remained silent, but John sensed the seething anger that boiled within him at the poacher who had escaped. But the poacher had only won another skirmish in a war that would last until he was captured. Harvey Lambertson combined a lot of qualities, but the dominant one was a bulldog persistence. It was that trait, John decided, that had made him the best warden in the state. They were nearly out of the Granson road when the Warden finally spoke.
“That guy’s not going to let up. Running away from us tonight must have him feeling pretty cocky about now. And I doubt if he’ll give up the easy money he’s been making by selling his illegal ga
