"Well, sir," snarled Eve, with no little irritation, "you're here at any rate, and I hope you'll enjoy the society of your Yankee friends down stairs. I hope you'll all be hung. I do."
And the injured fair swept magnificently from the room, dragging with her the neighbor's child, and leaving Mr. Peters alone with the keeper.
"I say, she's a spunky one," remarked the latter. "It's a pity you really did'nt wait till quarter-past. I
would'nt trust a woman with such eyes as hers—I would'nt."
"And I didn't trust them," said Bob. "It was full quarter-past by my repeater when I came out, and if I'm betrayed it's by another woman."
"Oh, come now," put in the keeper, deprecatingly, "it's all right, you know, between us two. It was'nt but quarter-past when I locked you in here, you know."
"What!" exclaimed Bob.
"Fact," said the keeper.
Mr. Peters deliberately drew out his watch and held it up in full view.
"By all that's true!" said Bob, "it was quarter-past Twelve by that repeater before I was taken last night."