He wanted to hurt, because Mazarine had only a short time before dispensed with his services as a lawyer, and had blocked the way to that intimacy which he had hoped to establish with Tralee and its mistress.
Besides, his pride as a professional man had been hurt, and he had been deprived of income which now went to his most hated professional rival.
Mazarine's jealous soul had cut him off, on coming to know Burlingame's dark reputation.

He had not liked the look Burlingame had given Louise when they met.
"Gone again, has she ?" Burlingame repeated sarcastically.

"Well, you needn't go to Slow Down Ranch to find her.

She isn't there, and you won't find him there either, for I saw him come by the Lark River Trail into Askatoon as I left, and a lady was with him.

He booked this morning for the sleeper of the express going East to-night; so, if I were you, I'd turn my horse's nose to Askatoon, Mr.Mazarine.I don't know why I tell you this, as you're not my client now, but I go about the world doing good, Mr.Mazarine--only doing good." There was a look in Burlingame's face which Heaven would not have accepted as goodness, and there was that in his voice which did not belong to the Courts of the Lord.