Then Coppinger laughed, laughed long and boisterously. His hand that held Judith’s foot and the stirrup leather shook with his laughter.
“By Heaven!—You are wonderful, very wonderful. Any one who opposes you is ill-treated, knocked down and broken, or locked into a black hole in the dead of night.”
Judith, in spite of her exhaustion, was obliged to smile.
“You see, I must do what I can for Jamie.”
“Always Jamie.”
“Yes, Captain Coppinger, always Jamie. He is helpless and must be thought for. I am mother, nurse, sister to him.”
“His providence,” sneered Coppinger.
“The means under Providence of preserving him,” said Judith.
“And me—would you do aught for me?”
“Did I not come down the cliffs for you?” asked the girl.