been the master, I the guest. So far from plotting against you, show me the man who has heard me brith one treacherous word behind your back; you will find it deeficult, friend Rattray; what do you say, captain?”
“Me?” cried Harris, in a voice bursting with abuse. And what the captain said may or may not be imagined. It cannot be set down.
But the man who ought to have spoken - the man who had such a chance as few men have off the stage - who could have confounded these villains in a breath, and
she is my step-daughter, and back she shall come!”
“She is also my visitor, and I’m damned if you’re going to make her!”
An instant Santos stood, his back to me, his fingers working, his neck brown with blood; then his coat went into creases across the shoulders, and he was shrugging still as he turned away.