Will you open the gate for me--and we'll go on our way." The girl spoke with so much decision that Copplestone moved away from Chatfield, who struggled to his feet, muttering words that sounded very much like smothered curses.
"I'll have the law on you!" he growled, shaking his fist at Copplestone.
"Before this day's out, I'll have the law!" "Sooner the better," retorted Copplestone.

"Nothing will please me so much as to tell the local magistrates precisely what you said to your master's kinswoman.

You know where I'm to be found--and there," he added, throwing a card at the agent's feet, "there you'll find my permanent address." "Give me my walking-stick!" demanded Chatfield.
"Not I!" exclaimed Copplestone.

"That's mine, my good man, by right of conquest.

You can summon me, or arrest me, if you like, for stealing it." He opened the wicket-gate for Audrey, and together they passed through, skirted the walls of the ruins, and went away into the higher portion of the woods.