CHAPTER XIII.
THE UNEXPECTED.
Peyton’s somewhat elate exit from the parlor was followed by a moment of silence and inertia on the part of the three who remained there. But Elizabeth’s chagrin was speedily translated into anger against Major Colden.
“Why didn’t you fight him?” she demanded of that gentleman, who was flinching inwardly, but who maintained a pale and haughty exterior.
“What was the use?” he replied. “He’s reserved for the gallows. If my two men were here! Why not send your servants after him? Sam is a powerful fellow, and Williams is shrewd and strong.”
Elizabeth ignored Colden’s reply, and answered her own question, thus:
“It was because you remembered the time he disarmed you, three years ago.”
“You may think so, if you choose,” he replied, in the patient manner of one who quietly endures unjust reproaches when self-defence is useless.
“You will find refreshments in the dining-room,” said Elizabeth, coldly. “Sam will show you to your room.”