The two men met on the rim of the wood. It was a moment of blackness for Quentin when he saw the blazing eyes and bitten lips of Furlonger. Strange words broke from his tongue—
"Hast thou found me, O mine enemy!"
Nigel's great body towered over him. His lips had shrunk back from his teeth, which gleamed in the dying ugly light. Lowe remembered the other Furlonger who was dead. In Furnace Wood fate would not tamper with vengeance as at Cowsanish.
Suddenly Nigel spoke.
"Two good women have forgiven you—so I've nothing to say—or do. Pass——"
He moved out of the path, and waved his hand towards the wood.
"Pass——" he said.
Quentin hesitated a moment.
"Won't—won't you shake hands?"