But Alan took him by the collar and slung him halfway across the room, crying savagely: "How dare you speak to a lady?"
"Bravo, Mr. Craik!" Guidet chuckled. "Another good bean!"
"Leave him to me," said Teddy. "He has asked for it, and, by Heaven, he's going to get it! Look here, Bullard!" He held up an inch of fine gold chain with a nugget attached, and Bullard wilted. "If you aren't out of this country within three days, and if you ever defile it again, I'll use this, though I should get five years for holding it back. Now go!"
Bullard turned to the door.
"Oh, stop him!" feebly cried Caw. "He must not go without the Green Box."
Bullard made a dash, but the Frenchman was before him and held the door till Teddy brought box and key. For an instant Bullard looked as if he would send the thing crashing amongst the midst of them all. Then he took it and went.
"Mr. France," said Caw, "please take my revolver and see that he carries the box right off the premises."
"I'll see him to the gates," said Teddy.
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And so Francis Bullard realised that he was beaten at last. Yet even in the agony of rage and hate and defeat that shook his being as he turned from the gates of Grey House, he ignored despair. Nothing was final! South Africa was before him! There was money to be made! There was revenge to be planned…. Revenge! He could think of nothing else—not even of some one who might be crazy for revenge on himself.