Wouldn't it be better for me to begin shooting at once and spare your
soul the everlasting torture that would begin immediately after your
self-produced decease?"
A little cry of relief greeted this quaint sally. "You have my word
that I will return with you quietly if--"
"Thunderation!" exclaimed Barnes wrathfully. "What do you think I am?
A worm that--"
"Easy, easy, me dear man," cautioned O'Dowd. "Keep your seat. Don't be
deceived by my infernal Irish humour. It is my way to be always
polite, agreeable and--prompt. I'll shoot in a second if ye move one
step outside that cabin."
"O'Dowd, you haven't the heart to drag her back to that beast of a--"
"Hold hard! We'll come to the point without further palavering. Where
are ye dragging her yourself, ye rascal?"
"To a place where she will be safe from insult, injury, degradation--"
"Well, I have no fault to find with ye for that," said O'Dowd. "Bedad,
I didn't believe you had the nerve to tackle the job. To be honest
with you, I hadn't the remotest idea who the divvil you were, either
of you, until I heard your voices. You may be interested to know that
up to the moment I left the house your absence had not been noticed,
my dear Miss Cameron.
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