"Why did you tell me that Frank was arrested?" asked Mildred.
"I thought you would be pleased," he said sulkily.
"No. You thought it would wound my heart, you coward! Go away!" She stamped her foot. "I hate the sight of you."
"Mildred," said Eustace, quietly, though he felt a pang at seeing how she defended Frank, "let me attend to this gentleman."
"I sha'n't move till he goes," said she, obstinately.
"You had better go," said Eustace, suggestively, to the Rhodesian.
"And leave the field to you," he answered, with a taunting laugh. "How many more lovers have you, Miss Starth?"
Mildred gave a cry of shame, and her face crimsoned. With a shout Eustace dashed forward, and before Darrel knew what he was about he swung him up in his mighty arms, and pitched him clean over the gate into the roadway, where he sprawled like a huge toad. Mildred caught Jarman by the hand, panting.
"Oh, you are a man--a man!" she said.
Darrel picked himself up, but did not show fight. His face was more like that of a negro than ever, and Eustace believed he was a half-caste, seeing how the racial type came out.