"Yes."
"I see," nodded Nick, secretly working in vain to loose the ropes confining his arms. "Well, señora, as a matter of fact, I am rather likely to make things unpleasant for you one of these days."
"It will be this day, or never. You'll not live to see another."
"Possibly not."
"Caramba! do you doubt it?"
She darted nearer to him, with her hand tearing open the waist of her dress, and then the gleam of a poniard met Nick's gaze. She swept it before his eyes with a wild gesture, and gave vent to a mocking laugh.
"Do you doubt that I can slay you?"
"Not at all," answered Nick. "It's very evident."
"Or that I will?"
"That appears equally manifest."