CHAPTER 12ALMOST THE END
John stood quietly, searching the Warden’s face. He saw no mercy there, only the burning anger that swept through Harvey Lambertson whenever he caught someone breaking game or fish laws. John asked finally,
“How did you ever come to dream that up, Harve?”
“I didn’t dream it up! I’ve got you just as dead to rights as I ever had anybody! And I’ll get a confession…”
“Hadn’t you better take it easy, Harve? You’re not dealing with Tony Pendro now. I’m not afraid of you.”
“Bah! Don’t try to bluff me or I’ll kick you all the way to Grabada! The young forester…! I thought you were on the level! Killing game out of season and selling it is the lowest trick there is. I’ve got a lot more respect for the man with nerve enough to rob a bank!”
“I told you you’d better take
