"You think you are such a damned smart talker and such a damned clever schemer--but I'll bet I'll have you locked up in six months." Anger boiled up within Larry.

Against all the persons connected with his arrest, trial, and imprisonment, he had no particular resentment, except against this one man.

He never could forget the time he and Gavegan, he handcuffed, had been locked in a sound-proof cell, and Gavegan had given him the third degree--in this case a length of heavy rubber hose, applied with a powerful arm upon head and shoulders--in an effort to make him squeal upon his confederates.

And that third degree was merely a sample of the material of which Gavegan was made.
Larry held his desire in leash.

"So you bet you'll get me.