CHAPTER 10A BEAR TURNS KILLER
Harvey Lambertson thrust his right hand in the front of Tony’s shirt, and jerked the little poacher to his feet so hard that his head snapped back.
“I didn’t do it,” Tony Pendro gasped. “It ain’t my seine.”
“No? I suppose you just saw it there and wanted to pick it up and see what it was? That seine’s going to cost you just a hundred dollars, Tony, or a hundred days in jail. You can come across and take that rap like a good boy, or you can stay on your high horse and I’ll stick you for dynamiting the creek too. You did dynamite it, didn’t you?”
“No,” Tony growled sullenly.
The Warden said, “Keep your eye on him, Ranger,” and went down to cut the seine loose. He came back dragging it from his right hand, and faced Tony.
“I think I’ll wrap this around you,
