“Well, promise me you won’t tell anybody. You haven’t, have you?”
The boy shook his head.
“I won’t tell, sis, if you don’t want me. But––but why don’t you kill him?”
The three men were walking across the market-place.
“That’s Will Henderson’s work,” exclaimed Crombie with a fierce oath, nodding his head back at Eve’s house.
Jim and Peter offered no comment. Both had long since realized the fact.
“Gol durn him!” cried the fiery doctor. “He’ll kill her––if he don’t get killed instead.”
Jim said nothing. Eve’s passionate appeal to him was still ringing in his ears. It was Peter who answered.