This could hardly fail to be the room wherein my darling lay; for here that impudent young fellow had gazed while he was whistling.

And here my courage grew tenfold, and my spirit feared no evil--for lo, if Lorna had been surrendered to that scoundrel, Carver, she would not have been at her grandfather's house, but in Carver's accursed dwelling.
Warm with this idea, I hurried after Charleworth Doone, being resolved not to harm him now, unless my own life required it.

And while I watched from behind a tree, the door of the farthest house was opened; and sure enough it was Carver's self, who stood bareheaded, and half undressed in the doorway.

I could see his great black chest, and arms, by the light of the lamp he bore.
"Who wants me this time of night ?" he grumbled, in a deep gruff voice; "any young scamp prowling after the maids shall have sore bones for his trouble." "All the fair maids are for thee, are they, Master Carver ?" Charlie answered, laughing; "we young scamps must be well-content with coarser stuff than thou wouldst have." "Would have?
Ay, and will have," the great beast muttered angrily.

"I bide my time; but not very long.