You might want to go through my woods to inform yourself as to what I have of value there.
But, in all prob-ability, you are after me.

Well, here I am.

Go ahead! Do what you came to!" The Harvester stepped toward the lake bank and Jameson, turning to watch him, exposed a face ghastly through its grime.
"Look here!" cried the Harvester, sickening.

"We will end this right now.

I was rather busy this afternoon, but I wasn't too hurried to take that little weapon of yours to the chief of police and tell him where and how I got it and what occurred.