Then, growing impatient, he
moved stealthily around the rear corner, stole to the rear window, and
peered inside.
It took him long to prepare for the look--he accomplished the action in
an instant--a flashing glance. A gun roared close to his head, the
flash blinding him; the glass tinkling on the ground at his feet.
But Nyland had not been hit, and he grinned felinely as he dropped to
the ground, slipped under the window, and ran around the house.
Ducking under the side window he ran around to the front. From the
front window he could look through the house, and he saw the man, gun
in hand, watching the side door.
Nyland took aim through the window, but just as he was about to pull
the trigger of the weapon the man moved stealthily toward the door--out
of Nyland's vision.
Evidently the man considered the many windows to be a menace to his
safety, and had determined to go outside, where he would have an equal
chance with his intended victim.
Grinning coldly, Nyland moved to the corner of the house nearest the
kitchen door.
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