Errington came up, then Dario, both furious.
"He has got away? Is it possible? But which way did he go?"
Webster snatched Dorothy's weapon.
"You hadn't the heart to kill him? Was that it?"
"I had not," said Dorothy.
"A blackguard like that! A murderer! Ah well, that's not our way, I swear. Here we are, friends."
Dorothy barred their way.
"And his confederates? There are five or six of them besides d'Estreicher—all armed with rifles."
"All the better," said the American. "There are seven shots in the revolver."
"I beg you," she said, fearing the result of an unequal battle. "I beg you.... Besides, it's too late.... They must have got on board their boat."