He fixed his eyes on Cleggett with a cold deadliness of hatred and said: "You are lucky." Outwardly Cleggett remained calm, but inwardly he was shaken with an intensity of passion that matched Loge's own.
"Lucky ?" he said quietly.

"That is as may be.

And if, as I infer, you desire a settlement of a more personal nature than the law recognizes, it is still not too late to accommodate you." "Desire!" cried Loge, with a movement of his manacled hands.

"I would go to Hell happy if I sent you ahead of me!" "Very well," said Cleggett.

"Since you have challenged me I will fight you.