CHAPTER 17A ONE-MAN JOB
Jimmy Raeburn, once he was in the outer darkness of the night, blinked at it and shook his head. There was an odd choking feeling in his throat, and a sense of pain went straight through the center of his body. It was like being at a funeral, except that the dead man was still alive and walking.
So it was that he happened to stand for a long moment under the wall of the shack, and heard Barry Litton’s voice carry clearly through the flimsy wall as he said, “Tom, pack your things.”
“Well, doggone my eyes!” said Tom Willow. “I’m glad to be movin’. That Dead Man Steer has been on my nerves. I been dreamin’ about it.—But I reckoned that it was about time for you to budge along. You’ve used up all the excitement in this here place.”
“You think so?” murmured the big m
