If he killed Monday, it was certain that Mole would perforate him.
It was ignominious to retreat.
Yet he had to do so.
“I go,” he said, “but by Heaven, I will have your man Harkaway!”
At this juncture Young Jack appeared.
Clara had fallen asleep, and he had come out to see what was going on.
“Who is talking about me?” he demanded.
Huston was now between two fires.
“Ha!” Jack went on, “you have turned up like a bad penny. Have you any business with me?”
“The same as before,” was the calm, indifferent reply.