"Something struck his arm: there was a cutting sound and Johnny, shooting a glance down at his arm, saw that there was an eight-inch gash in the sleeve. A gaff had cut it neatly."
Johnny Fletcher has dodged all manner of two- and four-legged creatures in his hairbreadth career, but he really moved fast when he got penned up with a blood-crazed, steel-spurred fighting cock.
He moves almost as fast all through this wild yarn about poultry fanciers, blackmail and murder. Starting off with a cold plunge into Lake Michigan (to rescue a damsel in distress, naturally); proceeding to the discovery of a corpse under a chicken coop, Fletcher and his cohort Cragg mix it up with millionaires, cops, ham-fisted farmers and slick gamblers. No tricks barred in this double-barreled mystery of fast talk and hard knocks.
"Something struck his arm: there was a cutting sound and Johnny, shooting a glance down at his arm, saw that there was an eight-inch gash in the sleeve. A gaff had cut it neatly."
Johnny Fletcher has dodged all manner of two- and four-legged creatures in his hairbreadth career, but he really moved fast when he got penned up with a blood-crazed, steel-spurred fighting cock.
He moves almost as fast all through this wild yarn about poultry fanciers, blackmail and murder. Starting off with a cold plunge into Lake Michigan (to rescue a damsel in distress, naturally); proceeding to the discovery of a corpse under a chicken coop, Fletcher and his cohort Cragg mix it up with millionaires, cops, ham-fisted farmers and slick gamblers. No tricks barred in this double-barreled mystery of fast talk and hard knocks.