"Oh, would that I were at him—the coward!" cried Trask, white and trembling.
"You can pull his nose when next you meet him, Morton, it is your turn, you know," said Kate, laughingly, and Trask glared at the burning logs in angry silence.
"Please forgive me, Morton; I did not mean to hurt you by recalling a previous injury," cried Kate, and Trask's injury increased with her contrition.
"I cannot see why you defend the Captain, Miss Fortune," ventured Farring.
"Why not? He will not defend himself."
"But you surely cannot approve a coward?"
"Are you sure he is a coward?"
"I should consider myself one under the circumstances, I believe," he replied, evasively.
"Would it not be cowardly to fight Morton Trask if he knew he could kill him?"
"Bah!" came from the angry Trask.