CARY AND JACQUELINE At supper table that evening at Fontenoy, Ludwell Cary said something complimentary to the prisoner in the blue room.

Fairfax Cary fired up.
"You are too easy, Ludwell! Lewis Rand, I warn you, is a dangerous man! Serve him once, and you serve him once too often!--begging your pardon, Colonel Churchill!" "We could hardly have left him, you know," reasoned his host good-naturedly, "on the roadside, and Dick Wood's the nearest house! And once within a man's doors, every attention, of course, must be shown.
But, as you say, he is a dangerous fellow." "Dangerous fiddlesticks!" growled Major Churchill from the other side of the table, where he sat at Jacqueline's right hand.

"I would have as soon called old Gideon Rand dangerous! Like father, like son.

You may be sure that this fellow's spirit rolls tobacco.

Maybe now and then it breaks a colt.
"Dangerous' implies power to be dangerous," said Cary, "and conversely power to be humane.