"Whether you are to blame or not, there is one man who believes you are."
"What man?"
"Ross Havener."
"Him?"
"Yes; and you know the kind of a man Havener is. To-night he loaded a revolver for you, and but for me he would have started on a hunt for you, intending to shoot you on sight. I persuaded him to hold up for a while, but even now he says he will shoot you if he sees you. You must get out of Groton before another morning."
"I don't know."
"I do know! If you stay, you take your life in your hands. Havener believes Cassie is seriously injured, and he is like a crazy man. If Cassie should die before morning, your life would not be worth a pinch of snuff!"
Sargent turned pale.
"Havener's a fool!" he snapped. "I am going anyhow—I shall get away early, but it's not because of Havener. I want you to understand I am not afraid of Roscoe Havener——"
Frank had stepped away from the door! Bang!—it flew open.