Chapter 11 No.11

A black look suffused the leader's face at Hanlon's impertinent "can you dish it out, Mister?" He half-rose from his seat, while the other four men reached quick hands towards their weapons.

Then slowly the man sank back, relaxed, and smiled-an open, friendly smile of genuine cordiality, and his men also relaxed.

"You'll do, Hanlon, by the gr