"Leave him
to me," she whispered, with a nod toward Scoville, and she put her
finger to her lips. She next touched Scoville on the shoulder and
simply said, "Come."
He rose as if reluctantly and followed.
Perkins did not suspect the ruse, the disguise was so good and
Whately's right to appear so unquestioned; but he felt defrauded in
having no part in the vengeance which he supposed would be wreaked
on Scoville. After a moment or two of thought, he obeyed the impulse
to follow, hoping to see what Whately intended to do, and if
circumstances warranted, to be near to help. "If Mad Whately's high-
strung notions lead 'im to fight a duel," he thought, "en the Yank
comes off best, I'll settle my own score. Whately was ter'ble
stirred up 'bout the Yank's talkin' ter his cousin, en would like
ter kill 'im, but his officer-notions won't let 'im kill the blue-
coated cuss ez I would. Ef thar's ter be a fight, I won't be fur
off," and he stole after the two figures disappearing in the gloom.
But Nemesis was on his steps.
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