If he's a-huntin' you bad, as he brags, he'll show there." Duane crossed the street and started down.

Notwithstanding White's statement Duane was wary and slow at every door.

Nothing happened, and he traversed almost the whole length of the block without seeing a person.

Everall's place was on the corner.
Duane knew himself to be cold, steady.

He was conscious of a strange fury that made him want to leap ahead.