"I do not believe," Arnold exclaimed, "that Sabatini would betray any one!"
"I am not accusing him," Isaac said solemnly. "I simply hold that he is not the man to lead a great revolutionary movement. It is for that reason, among others, that I have rejected his advances. Sabatini as president would mean very much the same thing as a king. Will you give him a message from me?"
"Yes," Arnold answered, "I will do that."
"Tell him, if indeed he has the courage which fame has bestowed upon him, to come here and bid me farewell. I have certain things to say to him."
"I will give him your message," Arnold promised, "but I shall not advise him to come."
A look of anger flashed in Isaac's face. The pistol which had never left his grip was slowly raised, only to be lowered again.
"Do as I say," he repeated. "Tell him to come. Perhaps I may have more to say to him about that other matter than I choose to say to you."
"About Ruth?"
"About Ruth," Isaac repeated, sternly.
"You would trust a stranger," Arnold exclaimed, "with information which you deny me—her friend?"