“That is the question. I’d like to free her from any danger of being forced to marry that brute Sullivan.”
“You might assist her to elope with Bill.”
“She can’t do that—or she will not.”
“Why not?”
“On account of her father. He is an invalid, and she will not leave him alone. It seems that Sullivan has some influence over old Wren, who used to work under him.”
“Well, if you can’t help her that way, I don’t see but you will be forced to challenge Sullivan and kill him in a duel.”
The Southerner’s face actually lighted with a gleam of satisfaction and approval.
“I might do that!” he cried. “Never thought of it. But do you suppose he would fight with pistols?” he asked, doubtfully.
“Ha! ha! ha!” merrily rang out Frank’s musical laugh. “I was joking, old man. Such a thing would not do down this way. Besides, it is certain Sullivan would not meet you.”
“How could he refuse if he were challenged?” asked Jack, gravely.