“So I suspected. Hitherto chance has never thrown you in my way.”
“I am come for that purpose.”
“You have insulted me.”
“Publicly!”
“And you will answer to me for this insult?”
“At this very moment.”
“No! I desire that all that passes between us shall be secret. Their is a wood situated three miles from Tampa, the wood of Skersnaw. Do you know it?”
“I know it.”
“Will you be so good as to enter it to-morrow morning at five o’clock, on one side?”
“Yes! if you will enter at the other side at the same hour.”