When Judith put this question, she had halted close by the brink of the precipice and turned around, facing the young man, who came up more slowly.
Storms attempted to laugh, but he was too hoarse for that.
"I haven't said a word about being off; but, if I had, all this temper wouldn't hold me back. What should hinder me doing as I please? The paper was as much mine as yours."
"What should hinder you, Dick Storms? Don't ask me that. I do not want to talk about the things I saw, that night."
Judith stood close to the precipice as she said this, between the very edge and Storms, who strode forward till his white sinister face was close to hers.
"You saw what? No more hints, I am tired of them. You saw what?"
"I will not talk about it here. When I do speak, it will be to Sir Noel Hurst," answered the girl, bravely.
"Sir Noel Hurst will be very likely to believe you against my oath, and the paper signed by Jessup himself."
"The paper that I gave you, fool that I was!"
"Exactly, if you could not trust me."