"Doesn't the Bible say that he who takes the sword shall perish by the sword? Are you a god, that you should kill when you please and expect to escape the law that has been written?" "You say I deserve death, yet you save my life." "I don't want blood on the hands of my people." "Personally, then, I don't count in the matter," said Weaver, with his old sneer. She had saved him, but her anger was hot against the slayers of poor Jesus Menendez. "Why should you count? I am no judge of how great a punishment you deserve; but my father and my brother shall not inflict it, if I can help. They must not carry the curse of Cain on them." "But Cain killed a brother," he jeered. "I am not a brother, but a wolfish Amalekite. Come--the harvest is ripe. Send me forth to the reapers." He arose as if to go; but she was at the door before him, arms extended to block the way. "No, no, no! Are you mad? I tell you they will kill you to-morrow, when the news comes." "The judgment of the Lord upon the wicked," he answered, with his derisive smile. "You do nothing but mock--at your own death, at that of others. But you shan't go. I've saved you. Your life belongs to me," she cried, a little wildly. "If you put it that way----" "You know what I mean," she broke in fiercely. "Don't dare to pretend to misunderstand me. I've saved you from my people. You shan't go back to them out of spite or dare-deviltry." "Just as you say." "I should think you'd be ashamed to be so trivial: You seem to think all our lives are planned for your amusement." "I wish yours were planned----" He pulled himself up short. "You're right, Miss Sanderson, I'm acting like a schoolboy. I'll put myself in your hands. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do." "I want you to stay here until they come back from searching for you. You may have to spend all day in this room. Nobody will come here, and you will be quite safe. When night comes again, we'll arrange a chance for you to get away." "But I'll be driving you out," he protested. "I'm going to sleep with Anna--the daughter of our housekeeper, Mrs. Allan. She'll suppose me nervous on account of the shooting. Lock the door. I'll give three taps when I want to come in. If anybody else knocks, don't answer. You may sleep without fear." "Just a moment." He flung up a hand to detain her, then poured out in a low voice part of the feeling pent up in him. "Don't think I haven't the decency to appreciate this. I don't care why you do it. The point is that you have saved my life. I can't begin to tell you what I think of this. You'll surely have to take my thanks for granted till I get a chance to prove them." She nodded, her eyes grown suddenly shy. "That's all right, then." And with that she left him to himself.