“He drown,” said Bunol grimly.
“I meant to give him a ducking and a scare.”
“He drown!” again came from the lips of the Spaniard.
“I did everything I could to save him. I stripped off and plunged in. I tried to pull him out.”
“All the same, he drown. Then you say nothing. You no tell how it happen. You say think he fell in. You try to get him out. Somebody say you hero. Miguel Bunol say nothing.”
“It wasn’t best that you did! You didn’t fancy going to prison for murder in the second degree. That’s what would have happened to you.”
“We get great friend. Now you want me no more, you throw me down. Go ’head! I throw you down! I tell all!”
“But it will put you in just as bad a hole.”
“What do I care? I get even with you! Which hurt most—I go to jail, or you go to jail? You son of great man. All my relation dead ’cept mother. No can tell where she is now.”
Arlington rose, thrust his hands deep into his trousers pockets, and began to pace up and down.