It was certain that the manhunter was after him, but again, in scorn, he accepted the challenge and poured a stiff dram.
By his servile cruelty he had earned the nickname of the manhunter.
"It is scarce an ennobling life—that of a manhunter," said Mr. Buxton.
"He was never on, and I have no list," says the manhunter grittingly.
The manhunter straightened, threw Jeff to the floor, darted from the room and out into the hall.
He laughed, stooped over Black Hood, pressed the muzzle of his gun to the manhunter's forehead.