"You would still be satisfied ?" Hugh sprang to his feet with a movement of fierce impatience.

"I believe I should shoot him!" he said vindictively.

He looked like a splendid wild animal suddenly awakened.

"I tell you, Conyers," he declared passionately, "I could kill him with my hands if he came between us now." Conyers, his chin on his hand, looked him up and down as though appraising his strength.
Suddenly he sat bolt upright and spoke--spoke briefly, sternly, harshly, as a man speaks in the presence of his enemy.

At the same instant a frightful crash of thunder swept the words away as though they had never been uttered.
In the absolute pandemonium of sound that followed, Hugh Palliser, with a face gone suddenly white, went over to his friend and stood behind him, his hands upon his shoulders.
But Conyers sat quite motionless, staring forth at the leaping lightning, rigid, sphinx-like.