exclaiming, "What the foul fiend can detain the Master so long? he must have miscarried in his enterprize.—Why did you dissuade me from going with him?"
"One man is enough to right his own wrong," said the taller and older personage; "we venture our lives for him in coming thus far on such an errand."
"You are but a craven after all, Craigengelt," answered the younger, "and that's what many folks have thought you before now."
"But what none has dared to tell me," said Craigengelt, laying his hand on the hilt of his sword; "and, but that I hold a hasty man no better than a fool, I would"—he paused for his companion's answer.
"Would you?" said the other coolly; "and why do you not then?"
Craigengelt drew his cutlass an inch or two, and then returned it with violence into the scabbard—"Because there is a deeper stake than the lives of twenty hair-brained gowks like you."
