CHAPTER XVIII

TOWARD SUNDOWN There were still those who pawed at Zabrewski, poked at him with gun barrels and sticks. There was no chance of Zabrewski’s getting away. But that sudden cry of Craig’s--so loud, so determined, so filled with something just a trifle more than human--had brought most of the crowd to facing in his direction. Craig spoke up: “_He_ isn’t the man we’re after.” There was a mixture of voices--surprise and dissent, questions, scoffings. But to the hungry attention of Craig’s inner self there came no sign tha…