“Yes.”
“You said on the way here that you would tell me a secret some day that I am interested in.”
“I believe I will tell you a secret,” said the man, thoughtfully, and he sat down upon the porch.
Lucille sat in the hammock, using it for a swing, and the strangeness of her situation and surroundings could not but impress her.
“I’ll tell you my secret, yes, and perhaps you will then understand that I seek revenge as well as gold from your father. By the way, do you think I resemble your father?”
“In form, yes, and in face, also, save for the stamp of wickedness on your countenance.”
“Well, he is innocent, I am evil. But we should be alike, for we are brothers.”
Lucille sprang out, of the hammock and cried fiercely:
“It is false!”