“Are you going to stop us?” I said.
“Of course I am,” said he.
“Let me put her down, and we’ll have a fair fight.”
He shook his head.
“All very well for young men,” he said. “At my age, if a man holds trumps he keeps them.”
“How long have you been here?”
“About two minutes. When I didn’t see you at the bank I thought something was up, so I galloped on to her house. No one there! So I came on here. A good shot, eh?”
The fall had done it. But for that we should have been safe.
“Well?” he said.
In the bitterness of my heart I could hardly speak. But I was not going to play either the cur or the fool, so I said: