Then he dropped on him and feeling across his back took an ugly, big revolver from a pocket.

He swung to the surface and waited until Henry Jameson crawled from under the weight of earth and began to rise; then, at each attempt, he knocked him down.
At last he caught the exhausted man by the collar and dragged him to the path, where he dropped him and stood gloating.
"So!" he said; "It's you! Coming to execute your threat, are you?
What's the matter with my finishing you, loading your carcass with a few stones into this sack, and dropping you in the deepest part of the lake." There was no reply.
"Ain't you a little hasty ?" asked the Harvester.

"Isn't it rather cold blooded to come sneaking when you thought I'd be asleep?
Don't you think it would be low down to kill a man on his wedding day ?" Henry Jameson arose cautiously and faced the Harvester.
"Who have you killed ?" he panted.
"No one," answered the Harvester.

"This is for the victim of a member of your family, but I never dreamed I'd have the joy of planting any of you in it first, even temporarily.

Did you rest well?
What I should have done was to fill in, tread down, and leave you at the bottom." Jameson retreated a few steps.