But wild beasts in a corner bite hard." "I wish my arm were well!" "You'll be safer with it wounded," said Rupert with a smile.
"By God, Rupert, I can defend myself." "True, true; but it's your brain I want now, cousin." "You shall see that I have something in me." "If it please God, dear cousin." With every mocking encouragement and every careless taunt Rischenheim's resolve to prove himself a man grew stronger.

He snatched up a revolver that lay on the mantelpiece and put it in his pocket.
"Don't fire, if you can help it," advised Rupert.

Rischenheim's answer was to make for the door at a great speed.

Rupert watched him go, and then returned to the window.

The last his cousin saw was his figure standing straight and lithe against the light, while he looked out on the city.