“It is plain that you have no liking for the man.”
“Like him? I loathe and detest the sight of his wicked face, his treacherous eyes and his cruel mouth! When I behold him something in my heart struggles and burns until it is only by the utmost restraint that I keep myself from flying at him.”
“He has done you a great wrong?”
“Yes, me and one dearest to me in all the world.”
“He knows you, and that is why you keep yourself veiled?”
“He has never seen my face.”
By the time the driver had quieted and restrained the frightened horse, and Merry looked back. He saw at a distance his companions making all haste in that direction, and he knew Cameron had not interfered with them, which gave him a feeling of relief.
“The boys are coming,” he said. “I thought that man might try to stop them.”
The woman directed the driver to pull the horse down to a walk, which he succeeded in doing.
“I do not wish to seem inquisitive,” said Merry; “but it is no more than natural that I should be greatly interested in Carey Cameron after what has happened.”