"I think we'd better forget the whole thing." "I'm a Loyalist," Mallow replied.

"I'm a Loyalist, and if you're one, too, what reason should there be for our not being friends ?" A black cloud flooded Calhoun's face.
"If--if I'm a Loyalist, you say! Have you any doubt of it?
If you have--" "You wish your sword had gone into my heart instead of my arm, eh ?" interrupted Mallow.

"How easily I am misunderstood! I meant nothing by that 'if.'" He smiled, and the smile had a touch of wickedness.

"I meant nothing by it-nothing at all.

As we are both Loyalists, we must be friends.