“In a little while,—always be a good girl!”
She went in with a parting admonition: “Remember your cough—good night!”
When she had gone neither man stirred for the space of a minute. The little man, huddled in his seat, had not changed his position; he still sat with his chair tilted back against the house, his chin on his breast.
The other had remained standing where the girl left him, the revolver in his hand. After the minute of silence he crossed over and stood in front of the seated man.
“Come,” he said, gruffly, “where do you want to go?”
Chapter XXXIV.
How the Avenger Bungled His Vengeance
At last he stood up, slowly, unsteadily, grasping Follett by the arm for support. He spoke almost in a whisper.
“Come back here first—to talk—then I’ll go with you.”
He entered the house, the young man following close, suspicious, narrowly watchful.
“No fooling now,—feel the end of that gun in your back?” The other made no reply. Inside the door he took a candle from the box against the wall and lighted it.