"Get out of England, you Bill!" he breathed, "because I’m going to kill you else! What! you threaten me? Why, man, I’d have given a thousand dollars to know you were shoot-at-able! Do you think we’ve forgotten Ed. Carter——" He stopped short looking at the girl. Her eyes had not left his face. Astonishment, interest and fear were written plainly, and these checked the bitter stream of words that sprang to his lips. For her part she marvelled at the intensity of this insolent young man, who could so suddenly drop the pretence of badinage, into whose face had come the pallor of wrath and whose laughing eyes had grown of a sudden so stern and remorseless. He recovered himself quickly and laughed. "Hey, Bill," he said, "it is no use your coming to Brockley, S.E. with any fool bad-man tricks. You’re out of the picture here. Just wait till we’re both back again in the land of Freedom and Firearms. Is it a bet?" "Sure," said Bill and stooped leisurely to pick up his revolver. He stood for a moment toying with it, looking at the Duke with sidelong glances. The Duke’s pistol had disappeared into his pocket. "Jukey," drawled Bill, polishing the slim barrel of his weapon on the sleeve of his coat, "you’se has lost your dash." "Think so?" "Yes, sir," said the confident Bill, "because why? It stands for sense I didn’t come all the way from God’s country to do cross talk—don’t it?" The Duke nodded and ostentatiously examined his empty hands. "Say," said Bill, "them’s nice pretty hands of your’n, Jukey, you just keep ’em right there where we—all can admire ’em—see? I’ve gotten a few words to say to you’se, an’ there’s plenty of time to say ’em." Alicia saw the snaky glitter in the man’s cruel eyes, and took an involuntary step forward. Slewer did not look at her, but his left hand shot out and arrested her progress. "You’se ain’t in this, Cissy," he said gruffly, "it’s me and Jukey." He pushed her backward with such force that she nearly fell. When she looked at the Duke again his face was grey and old-looking, but he made no comment. "I guess I’ve not been thinkin’ of this particular occasion for some years, no, _sir_!" said Bill carefully, "not been sitting in me stripes, thinkin’ out what I’d say to Mr. Jukey when me an’ him hit the same lot." The man on the wall chuckled, but his face was still pale. Bill observed this fact. "You’se can be the laughin’ coon all right," he sneered, "but I guess two inches o’ looking glass’d put you wise to yourself." "Am I pale?" drawled the man on the wall; "it’s this fear of you Bill, the fear of you that made me sick. Oh, please don’t wag your gun. You don’t suppose I’d have trusted you with it, unless I was absolutely sure of you." Bill scowled suspiciously and thumbed back the hammer of the revolver. "Sure?" he grated. "By God, Jukey——"