“Any time after two.”
“Then you may look for me by two-thirty.”
“Put up that card. Here comes Glanworth, and I know he is in a frightful passion. He will long to kill you.”
“Who is he?”
“My cousin. He has a dreadful temper, and he is proud as Lucifer. You struck him. Look out for him, Frank.”
“Trust me, Inza. As he is your cousin, I shall take much from him, but he mustn’t attempt to use his whip. That was where he made the mistake before.”
Glanworth came up, flinging his horse on its haunches, and saying, swiftly:
“I see this fellow has succeeded in forcing his attentions on you, cousin. An accident gave him the opportunity. Like all Americans, he has no idea of propriety, or even of common decency.”
Frank smiled sweetly.
“A short time ago,” he said, “it would not have been healthy for you to have made such an observation. Then I was in anything but a pleasant mood. Since then, things having come to my satisfaction, my mood has changed. I shall not quarrel with you, sir.”