"This is Sir Ralph Trevellyan; an old, a very dear friend of Rupert's—and of mine. He was wounded at Sedgemoor, and is now a fugitive as we are. He hath agreed to join our company, and we will all three travel together."
Captain Protheroe bowed stiffly, and glanced jealously at the newcomer.
"I am sorry, madame," he muttered sulkily. "You do not consider my protection sufficient."
"Hoots!" exclaimed Barbara crossly. "Two are ever better than one."
"Possibly. I doubt not this gentleman is also of that opinion," he answered with a slight sneer.
But here Ralph broke in hotly.
"If this gentleman like not my company, Barbara, I will right willingly rid myself of his."
"Certainly not!" cried Barbara, thoroughly exasperated, fearful also lest, removed from her influence, Ralph might again attempt his life. "If Captain Protheroe like not my friends, he may e'en journey alone."
Captain Protheroe looked up in astonishment.
"Do you desire me to leave you, madame?" he demanded coldly.