I can't discuss anything with you now.

The point is, you are out of that hell for the present, and I'm going to keep you out." "You!" There was a note of bitter humour in the word.

Guy Ranger threw back his head as he uttered it, and by the action the likeness between them was instantly proclaimed.

"That's good!" he scoffed.

"You--the man who first showed me the gates of hell--to take upon yourself to pose as deliverer! And for whose benefit, if one might ask?
Your own--or mine ?" His ashen face with the light upon it was still boyish despite the stamp of torment that it bore.