“I went after that devil once, and I’m going to try it again. This time I’ll take some one who isn’t afraid of the devil. Johnnie, is the dog at the Hall?”
“Yes.”
“All right!” said Clark. “I’ll be even with this fellow yet, if he is in league with the devil.”
With these words Clark went out, and left the two together. A glance of savage exultation passed over the face of Potts.
“If he comes back successful,” said he, “all right, and if he doesn’t, why then”—He paused.
“If he doesn’t come back,” said John, finishing the sentence for him, “why then—all righter.”
CHAPTER LI. — A STRUGGLE.
All the irresolution which for a time had characterized Despard had vanished before the shock of that great discovery which his father’s manuscript had revealed to him. One purpose now lay clearly and vividly before him, one which to so loyal and devoted a nature as his was the holiest duty, and that was vengeance on his father’s murderers.