"Why shouldn't I? The tables are turned on you, my fine fellow."
"Well, I'm sure you won't leave me."
"You are?"
"Yes."
"Why won't I?"
"This is why!"
Jaggers flung up his hand, from which a spout of flame seemed to leap, and the report of a pistol sounded over the marsh.
Leslie Gage fell in a heap to the ground.