You're a part of this little farce.

You trapped me here to make a fool of me, did you?
Well, I can settle with you--" "D-don't blame him!" cried the girl, hysterically.

"It is all my doing.
He had no part in it." Burrell wheeled back to the Frenchman again.

"Is this true ?" "Yes," said Doret, in a restrained voice.

"Dis ain' no work of mine." "You're a liar!" breathed the Kentuckian, now fairly wild with anger; but the other looked him squarely between the eyes and made no move.
"M'sieu'," he cried, "I'm livin' t'orty year, an' never took no nam' lak' dat before, but dere's reason here w'y I can't mak' no answer." He inclined his head towards the girl, and before Burrell could break out again he checked him.
"It's no good mak' fight wit' lesser dan two people.