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Garcia spoke with all the coolness of a man who is either prepared to meet his fate, or absolutely indifferent to it. He knew that he had overreached himself, and he knew, definitely enough now, that he was face to face with one man who knew his criminal record, and who was ready to put an end to it. The game was up, and well did Garcia know it.
He stood there, in the blazing sunshine, his head bare and the great drops of perspiration standing out on his bald forehead, stood there, grim and cruel like a wolf that is brought to bay, not afraid to die, and ready to take advantage of the first opportunity to escape.