Dave's great voice suddenly filled the room and cut the man's threats short.
Jim turned on him in a flash; until that moment he had entirely forgotten the lumberman. He eyed the giant for a second. Then he laughed cynically.
"Oh, I'd forgotten you. Of course," he went on. "I see now. I never thought of it before. I remember, you were on the bridge together when I first——"
Dave had taken a couple of strides and now stood between the two. His movement silenced the man, while he addressed himself to Betty.
"You're finished with him?" he inquired in a deep, harsh voice.
There was something so compelling about him that Betty simply nodded. Instantly he swung round on the younger man.
"You'll vacate this place—quick," he said deliberately.
The two men eyed each other for some seconds. Truscott's look meant mischief, Dave's was calmly determined. The latter finally stepped aside and crossing to the door held it open.
"I said you'll—vacate," he said sharply.
Truscott turned and glanced at the open door. Then he glanced at Betty, who had drawn farther away. Finally his frigid eyes turned upon Dave's great figure standing at the door. For an instant a wicked smile played round his lips, and he spoke in the same cynical tone.