"Can't you guess what he wants ?" he said.

"He wants--you." "Me ?" She gazed back at him astounded.

"But why--why?
Does he want to get money out of me?
Where has he gone ?" Monck laughed, a low, terrible laugh.

"Never mind where he has gone! I've frightened him off, and I'll shoot him--I'll shoot him--if he comes back! You're mine now--not his.

You were right to come to me, quite right.