Jap stared at the note as if it had been a snake-tressed Medusa that turned him to stone. He stood rigid and paralyzed as Bill said, deadly calm: "I am going to Barton, and I am going to shoot that dog." "And after that?" Jap's voice was toneless. "After that!" Bill broke out fiercely. "After that, what more?" Jap drew Bill around to face him. Rivers of fire seemed suddenly to course through his body, and an unprecedented rage burned up within him. "You are not going to Barton, and you are not going to meet that foolish light-o'-love at the section house," he said sternly. "Who will stop me? Not you, Jap, for even if an angel from heaven tried to bar my way, I would brush it aside. I wanted to kill him when he stole her away and----" Jap shook him angrily. "No one stole her, Bill. Have you forgotten the insolent, flippant letter she wrote you?" Bill shook Jap's hand from his shoulder. "It's no use, Jap. I am going to kill him!" Jap set his teeth and his gray eyes blazed as he gripped Bill's arms and shoved him into a chair. "I will have you locked up, you foolish hot-head," he exclaimed, "and give Wilfred Jones a few hours to consider his attitude toward his wife. She _is_ his wife, Bill, and all your heroics won't gloss that fact from sight. Do you want to hang, because you were a damned fool? I can consider a romantic close to your career, but not as an intruder in another man's home--no matter how great your feeling of injustice. Rosy was not a child when she married Wilfred Jones." "But he struck her," gulped Bill. "I have known times," declared Jap vehemently, "when, if I had been of the fibre of Wilfred Jones, I would have felt satisfaction in thrashing Rosy Raymond. Not having been Jones, I had to content myself with kicking the furniture around. I don't want to rile you, Bill, but I rather think there are two sides to this story, and I want to hear both sides. If it is proven that Jones has mistreated Rosy brutally, I will hold him while you give him the licking he deserves. More than that, I will help Rosy to get a divorce. Isn't that fair enough, Bill? What is revenge upon a dead body, especially if you expiate that revenge on the gallows? Tell me, who profits? For the woman, disgrace. For you---- Humph! the only one who comes out of it honorably is the dead man, Jones." Bill glowered at him. "You had no mother, Bill, because she died when she gave you to the world. I had no mother, because Providence gave me where I was a burden. But God gave both of us a mother. Bill, before you go any farther with this adventure--misadventure--I want you to kneel with me before Flossy's picture and ask for her approval and her blessing. Because, Bill, brother, she knows. And what do you suppose will be her counsel? What would Flossy want you to do?"