Blake stared at him.
“Moved you, sir! What cause was there for you to be moved—one way or the other? Save that if you spoke lightly of a lady it was right that some man should smite you on the mouth.”
“That no man has ever done.”
“Indeed!”
“I speak of Judith Strange as I please.”
“I think not, sir.”
“Captain Blake, you have never seen me handle a sword or mark my man with a pistol.”
He drew himself up, squaring his shoulders; and his arrogant face was a threat, a face that loomed big and white and fanatical under the gloom of the trees.
Blake’s eyes grew dangerous.
“Come out into the open, sir. What is at the bottom of all this boasting?”