He spoke no word until he was done.
"Do you understand what is going to happen Croisset ?" he cried then, his eyes blazing hotly.

"Do you understand that what you have done will put you behind prison bars for ten years or more?
Does it dawn on you that I'm going to take you back to the authorities, and that as soon as we reach the Wekusko I'll have twenty men back on the trail of these friends of yours ?" A gray pallor spread itself over Jean's thin face.
"The great God, M'seur, you can not do that!" "_Can not!_" Howland's fingers dug into the edge of the table.

"By this great God of yours, Croisset, but I will! And why not?
Is it because Meleese is among this gang of cut-throats and murderers?
Pish, my dear Jean, you must be a fool.

They tried to kill me on the trail, tried it again in the coyote, and you came back here determined to kill me.
You've held the whip-hand from the first.

Now it's mine.