Tell _that_ to Jule, if you choose.

I shall send her a release from all obligations, but not by the hand of a rascal!" Like all desperadoes, Humphreys was a coward.

He could shoot, but he could not fight, and just now he was affecting the pious or at least the high moral role, and had left his pistols, brandy-flasks, and the other necessary appurtenances of a gentleman, locked in his trunk.

Besides it would not at all have suited his purpose to shoot.

So in lieu of shooting he only smiled, as August rode off, that same old geometric smile, the elements of which were all calculated.