I fired at the pistol in your hand, but if there is more trouble next time it shall be at the holder," and I glanced at my revolver.
Seeing that I meant business he made no reply, but turned upon Marnham who had followed me.
"This is your work, you old villain," he said in a low voice that was heavy with hate.

"You promised your daughter to me.

She is engaged to me, and now I find her in this wanderer's arms." "What have I to do with it ?" said Marnham.

"Perhaps she has changed her mind.

You had better ask her." "There is no need to ask me," interrupted Heda, who now seemed to have got her nerve again.