Master Rayburn said nothing, but went on dressing the men’s wounds, till, regularly worked up into a perfect fury, Sir Edward turned upon him again. “This ends everything between us, Master Rayburn,” he cried. “I have treated you as a friend, made you welcome at my table, and allowed my son to make you a kind of companion; but now, have the goodness to recollect that we are strangers, and if the gang from out of the cavern yonder attack you, get out of the trouble in the best way you can, for you will have no help from me.”
“Very well,” said Master Rayburn quietly.
“And now, sir, leave my place at once.”
“Oh no!” said the old man quietly, as Mark looked on, scarlet with annoyance, but feeling that he must suffer for what had happened.
“Oh no!” cried Sir Edward, aghast. “Have the goodness to explain what you mean.”
“Certainly,” replied the old man. “I have not finished with this man, and I have another to attend later on.”
“Leave, sir, at once,” cried Sir Edward.
“No,” replied the old man quietly. “You are angry, and are saying that which in calmer moments you will regret. Those men require my assistance, and I must insist upon staying.”
Sir Edward made an angry gesture.
“Go on, then,” he cried; “finish what you have to do, and then leave at once.”