"Go! Do I frighten you?"
"You weary me—that is all."
"Then you do not believe what I say?"
"No!"
"You think the young man up yonder everything that is good."
"Yes!"
"Well, I think—But no matter. You will soon learn more than you want to hear. This is enough. I can tear the Hurst pride up by the roots. I can make them hide their faces in the dust, and I will, if you drive me to it."
"I?"
"Yes, you! It all depends on you. That young fellow's blood will be on your own head if I am brought to strike him down!"
"His blood on my head! His! Are you mad, or only fiendish, Richard Storms?"