"Now, really, Mrs. Hawley—"
"Mr. Glutter," said she, interrupting him, "have you forgotten your conduct to me the last time we met?" and a burning spot came to her cheeks, and scathing words dropped from her lips. "You know too well, sir, that my home is desolate, my heart is broken, and my husband is murdered, all through the influence of your cursed business. I thought I would treat you politely, Mr. Glutter, but I cannot. God forgive me. Leave me; the very sight of you makes me desperate. Leave me, I say, if you would not again have the curse of a drunkard's wife fall upon your blackened soul."
"What a perfect she-devil you are," said Hank, now throwing off all restraint. "I mean to see Prime, spite of you."
"Try it, if you dare," said she, and her eyes flashed and sparkled with a desperate purpose, as she planted herself in the door.
Just then, Dr. Goodrich and daddy, on their return trip, were seen approaching.
"You'll repent this," said her persecutor with an oath, and immediately withdrew.
He went directly to the cove where Little Wolf's boat was usually moored. It was not there, and he took courage.
"Bloody Jim could not be hurt much," he soliloquized in an undertone, "or he couldn't have taken the boat away. I shall manage that girl yet, and that Sherman, too, if he don't take care of himself. They'll be lovers, I see that plainly enough. So much the better; moonlight walks will follow, as a matter of course. Now we'll see who will beat in this game."