“Boston Bainbridge.”
“You know this to be true? It is not a trick to make me more surely your friend?”
“I saw it myself.”
“Ah.” Carl stopped, and with his knife-blade stabbed the earth at his feet. “Would that I had him here,” he cried, “would that I knelt upon his breast as I kneel upon the earth. He is my enemy until death.”
“You never knew this?”
“I knew that she was proud, and would not listen to me. I hoped for better things; I thought that a lover’s persistency would bring about the desired end, and this is the re—result.”
His countenance became as that of a fiend; in the heat of his passion the blood gushed anew from his wounded face. He caught some of it in his hand, and cast it from him, crying passionately:
“Let this blood witness against him.” After that he was calmer.
“We will work together, my master; much may be done where there is a good heart in the cause. I am with you, body and soul.”
“The compact is made. By knife, cord and bullet, I will be true to you in this business.”