Herb. Hold! Don’t waste words, Mr. Vance. What you say of me can be settled some other time. On her behalf—
Vance. And you insult me with the mention of that heartless, base woman.
Herb. (With deep, quiet indignation.) Stop or I’ll kill you on the spot. (Draws pistol.) Only blood can wipe out that insult.
Vance. You are right. I have waited long for this meeting.
Herb. Are you armed?
Vance. (Taking up pistol.) As good a 38 as ever came to the camp. We’ll go up into the pine woods.
Herb. Why not here in front of your cabin.
Vance. We may be interrupted.
Herb. Exactly! I am already suspected and warned to leave camp instantly.