"I'm afraid you must," said Horton coolly.
"Must——!" Quinlevin struggled for his temper and then, realizing that he was doing his cause no good, shrugged a careless shoulder and glanced toward the door into the adjoining room.
"And yer compagnon de voyage? Is she to be with us also?" he said insultingly, for Moira's benefit.
Horton met Moira's glance as she took a pace forward toward him.
"By what right do you keep me here against my will?" she asked in angry disdain.
He faced her coolly.
"By every right you've given me—to act in your interest whether you wish it or not."
"I'm quite capable of looking after my own affairs," she cut in quickly.
He smiled quietly.
"If I thought so, I shouldn't be here."