CHAPTER 12MAN OR DEVIL?
It seemed to Jimmy Raeburn the most ridiculous thing in the world that a little fellow like Rann Duval should dare to stand up to the great Blue Barry and tell him that any part of the world was too small to hold both of them. A fluttering lightness that might have preceded laughter came into the throat of the boy.
Barry Litton, however, was not laughing. He looked with a great deal of consideration upon the smaller man, saying, “If this range is crowded, then I have to move. Is that it?”
“I hate to talk like a sheriff and ask you to move on,” said Rann Duval.
“Yes, I know how you hate it,” murmured Litton. He stooped, picked up a number of pebbles, and began to flick them to a distance, one by one, with a snap of his thumb. Litton looked at ease, mildly thought
