He was a
mighty trifling fellow, anyhow. Soon as I catch and hang his
murderers I'll quit wearing black."
"You may wear out several suits before then," she hit back.
"Don't y'u believe it; when I want a thing I don't quit till it's
done."
She met his gaze, and the impact of eyes seemed to shock her
physically. The wickedness in him threatened, gloated, dominated.
She shivered in the warm sunlight, and would not have had him
know it for worlds.
"Dear me! How confident you talk. Aren't you sometimes
disappointed?"
"Temporarily. But when I want a thing I take it in the end."
She knew he was serving notice on her that he meant to win her;
and again the little spinal shiver raced over her. She could not
look at his sardonic, evil face without fear, and she could not
look away without being aware of his eyes possessing her. What
was the use of courage against such a creature as this?
"Yes, I understand you take a good deal that isn't yours," she
retorted carelessly, her eyes on the arena.
"I make it mine when I take it," he answered coolly, admiring the
gameness which she wore as a suit of chain armor against his
thrusts.
"Isn't it a little dangerous sometimes?" her even voice
countered.
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