“I can save you from destruction,” bawled Richard, “you and your army.”
Perhaps even now Feversham had not heeded him but for Wilding's sudden interference.
“Silence, Richard!” he cried to him. “Would you betray...?” He checked on the word; more he dared not say; but he hoped faintly that he had said enough.
Feversham, however, chanced to observe that this man who had shown himself hitherto so calm looked suddenly most singularly perturbed.
“Eh?” quoth the General. “An instan', Sergean'. What is t'is, eh?”—and he looked from Wilding to Richard.
“Your lordship shall learn at a price,” cried Richard.
“Me, I not bargain wit' traitors,” said his lordship stiffly.
“Very well, then,” answered Richard, and he folded his arms dramatically. “But no matter what your lordship's life may be hereafter, you will never regret anything more bitterly than you shall regret this by sunrise if indeed you live to see it.”
Feversham shifted uneasily on his feet. “'What you say?” he asked. “What you mean?”
“You shall know at a price,” said Richard again.