"Certainly; you may chance to find that out," said he.
"But is there no antidote?" I asked; and I showed him the butt of my revolver in the pocket of my coat.
"It may keep it off for a day or two; not longer. You have the bottle there, but most of the drug is with your baggage at the inn."
His parable was true enough; we had only two or three dozen cartridges apiece.
"But there is plenty of food for Constantine's rifle," said I, pointing to the muzzle of it, which protruded from the window.
He suddenly became impatient.
"Your answer, sir?" he demanded, peremptorily.
"Here it is," said I. "I'll keep the island, and I'll see Constantine hanged."
"So be it, so be it!" he cried. "You are warned; so be it!" and without another word he turned his pony and trotted rapidly off down the road. And I went back to the house, feeling, I must confess, not in the best of spirits. But when my friends heard all that had passed, they applauded me, and we made up our minds to "see it through," as Denny said.