"Because you were swinging that bucket."
"Oh, bosh! You were a coward as well as a blackguard."
The man looked up with a gleam in his eye.
"See here, young feller—if this head——"
Arthur's face darkened, and the man stopped short.
"Now listen, Dan Williams, I want to tell you something. I'm not going to report this. I'm going to let you stay here till you're well, and then I want this thing settled with Richards looking on; when I get through with you, then, you'll want a cot in some hospital."
The man's eyes sullenly fell, and Arthur turned toward the door. At the doorway he turned and a terrible look came into his face.
"And, more than that, if you say another word about—her, I'll brain you, sick or well!"
As he talked, the old, wild fury returned, and he came back and faced the wounded man.
"Now, what do you propose to do?" he demanded, his hands clinching.