It will be all right.' But Clon, waving a scrap of the stuff in either hand, and thrusting his ghastly mask into the other's face, shook his head in passionate denial.
He could not speak, but he made it as clear as daylight that if anyone went back with the news, he was the man to go.
'Nonsense!' the landlord rejoined fiercely, 'We cannot leave Antoine to go on alone with him.

Give me the stuff.' But Clon would not.

He had no thought of resigning the credit of the discovery; and I began to think that the two would really come to blows.
But there was an alternative--an alternative in which I was concerned; and first one and then the other looked at me.

It was a moment of peril, and I knew it.

My stratagem might react on myself, and the two, to put an end to their difficulty, agree to put an end to me.