“We shall see.”
“I should think you would know it by this time. What are you doing here?”
“That is my business.”
“In which I am somewhat interested. How dare you show your face again?”
“Dare?” laughed the young Spaniard, harshly. “Did you think you could frighten me? Fool not yourself by such a fancy. I have a right to go where I choose, have I not?”
“You might find it unpleasant if you were to appear in the vicinity of Kinross, Scotland, about now. Of course you have a right to go there, if you choose, but you would be arrested if you did so.”
“We are not in Scotland, Merriwell. This is England and the heart of Sherwood Forest.”
“But the law is just as strong here as in Kinross. If Dunbar Budthorne were here he would——”
Bunol snapped his fingers contemptuously.
“He would do nothing at all. Had he sat before me, were he sitting thus now, I’d have him powerless to disobey my command—I’d have him subject to my every wish. I am his master, and he knows it.”