“Shoot him!”
“You could not have hit him at a distance of ten feet. You were shaking like a leaf.”
“I know—I know! You see what I’ve come to. He is to blame for it all.” The eyes of Defarge were glaring and bloodshot.
“You may be somewhat to blame yourself. Do you remember what I told you the other morning, after fighting with you here all night to keep you still and prevent you from doing something that would ruin you forever?”
“Oh, I don’t remember much about it. I know you were here, but that’s all. I was rather nutty that night, wasn’t I?”
“Rather,” said Skelding dryly. “You thought you had choked and drowned Merriwell in Italy or somewhere. You were haunted by his eyes.”
“Curse those eyes! They haunt me all the time! Skelding, you don’t suppose the fellow has the power of second sight?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why, it seems to me as if he is watching me all the while, and that is why I can’t get away from those eyes. I have tried to get away from them in the dark, but in the dark I see them and they seem to see me all the plainer.”