Mazarin uttered the words, and they filled Harris with unspeakable fury.
"Right!" he snarled. "What's the matter with you? You smashed his stuff when he was tied and unable to prevent it. Was that cowardly?"
"Yes!"
Sport literally gasped for breath.
"Yes?" he echoed. "What do you mean?"
"Just that," nodded Mazarin, gloomily. "I have played the coward here, as well as you. I know it now, but it is too late to undo anything I have done."
"Well, you make me sick!" Harris sneered. "You are one of the kind that does a thing and then squeals. I'm glad we are going to quit, for I wouldn't dare trust you after this."
"Nor I you," returned the little man. "You'd be sure to do something to get us both in a mess. Come, are you going to get out of here?"
"Directly."
"Now?"