I have spared him a score of times; but I know him, and I do not trust him." "Nor me," she said, and with a white, set face she looked at him in the moonlight.

"Had you not better hang me now ?" "Why ?" "Lest I do you an injury!" she cried with passion; and she raised her hand and pointed northward.

"Lest I kill you some night, Monsieur! I tell you, a thousand men on your heels are less dangerous than the woman at your side--if she hate you." "Is it so ?" he cried.

His hand flew to his hilt; his dagger flashed out.
But she did not move, did not flinch, only she set her teeth; and her eyes, fascinated by the steel, grew wider.
His hand sank slowly.

He held the weapon to her, hilt foremost; she took it mechanically.
"You think yourself brave enough to kill me, do you ?" he sneered.