"Never!—so help me Heaven!"
"Monster!" said Helen, turning away in contempt and horror.
"Oh, that is it—is it?" said Arthur, wildly. "You break faith with me for him? You insult me for him? I must bear anything from you, for I love you; but, at least, I will sweep him out of the path."
He ran to the door, opened it, and there was Burt, listening.
"Are you an officer?"
"Yes."
"Then arrest that man this moment: he is Robert Penfold, a convict returned before his time."
Burt came into the room, locked the door and put the key in his pocket.
"Well, sir," said he to Robert Penfold, "I know you are a quick hitter. Don't let us have a row over it this time. If you have got anything to say, say it quiet and comfortable."
"I will go with you on one condition," said Robert. "You must take the felon as well as the martyr. This is the felon," and he laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder, who cowered under the touch at first, but soon began to act violent indignation.