"One moment—wait!" spoke Tom Halstead, sharply.
"Confound you—not so loud, if you value your safety!" warned Cragthorpe.
Had not the rascal been so intensely absorbed he would have felt and noted the light breeze that blew in with the opening of the door. But Cragthorpe was passion-ridden at the moment. The door closed, with the sailor and Third Officer Costigan in the room.
That "one moment—wait!" Mr. Costigan and the sailor had the presence of mind to understand was directed at them.
"That girl—and her brother—you were lying to me about them," taunted Halstead. "You can't tell me their names."
"I can't—eh?" sneered Cragthorpe, harshly. "The girl's name is Rose Gentry, and her brother's name Robert Gentry."
"And the brother is accused of murder, and you could prove him innocent? Yet you refused to save the brother because Rose Gentry would not marry you and let you own her fortune! It's a lie!"
"It's the truth," snarled Cragthorpe, hotly. "And you helped doom the brother when you struck me down before Rose Gentry. You made her despise me the more."
"She did well to despise you," retorted Tom Halstead, bluntly. "You ought to be clubbed!"
