"I'm killing your father. I don't want to hurt you, but you mustn't try to stop me. If you do, by God! I'll kill both of you. If you keep away I'll go with you after I've done it. I promise that."
He turned again to the livid face beneath him. But the younger Teevan called sharply to him, though with only irritation in his voice:
"Stop! Don't be an ass! You're making an ass of yourself!"
Ewing only stared at him. The other came a step nearer in his eagerness.
"You'll be sorry if you don't listen to me. You're a fool, I tell you."
Ewing smiled confidently, bitterly, not relaxing his hold of the little man's throat.
"I'm not doing it for myself."
"All the more fool!"
"For some one who couldn't do it—who has reason to do it."
The other came nearer, clutching Ewing's sleeve with gentle persuasion and speaking with quick intensity.