She smiled at him bitterly. "Because of my zeal. There were powers who wanted me out of Washington. Ask Captain Carlisle as to that. But this man I met later on the boat, as you know. He—brought me here—as you have heard!"
"It iss outrage!" broke in Kammerer. "It iss crime!"
"We'll call him to account," interrupted Carlisle. "Why did you stop us? We'd have killed him the next minute. I'll kill him yet."
"I was afraid you would kill him," she said simply.
"Well, why not? What has he done to us,—our men,—to you?"
"I could not see it done."
"You'll see worse done. We'll do it yet. You must not stand in our way." His hand closed over his own revolver butt, and he made a half motion forward.
"No!" she said, and stepped before him.
Carlisle would have put her aside. "What do you mean? They'll be out here in a minute,—we'll have to fight if they catch us here. Do you want to see us killed? Quick! Out of the way!" His voice, raucous in anger, rasped at her ears, low as it was pitched.
"No," she still replied. "Let me do the thinking. Keep quiet!
I'll get you out. There's been blood enough shed now."