"Indeed, he is now well known in Pittsburg town, Mr. Cardigan."
"But you—"
"Yes, I know him."
After a moment's silence I said, "Is he worthy of her?"
"What man is?" he answered, quietly.
"Oh, many men; pardon, but you are in love, and so are blinded. I see clearly. I know my cousin, and I know that she is a wilful maid who has raised the devil out o' bounds, and is ready to run to cover now."
Bevan was red in the face.
"It is a kinsman's privilege to criticise," he said.
"A kinsman's duty!" I added. "Were I not jealous for her honour and happiness, I would cry Dunmore merci! and think my cousin a fortunate maid! Curse him! When I think of that man I can scarce look at my hands so guiltless of the creature's blood. But they will not stay clean long if he pushes me. God help the man who bars our way northward!"
"If you mean to take her," said Bevan, in a low voice, "I wish you godspeed. But how can you pass the fort, Mr. Cardigan?"