It was a command that no one in Rapp-Thorberg ever had heard before.
"You shall pay for this!" screamed the conductor, tugging at his collar.
"Scoundrel! Dog! Beast! What do you mean! Murderer! Robber! Assassin!" "You know what I mean, you little shrimp!" roared Chase.

"Skip! Don't hang around here a second longer or I'll--" and he took a threatening step toward his adversary.

The latter was discreet, if not actually a coward.

He turned tail and ran twenty paces or more in heartbreaking time; then, realising that he was not pursued, stopped and shook his fist at his assailant.
"Come, Genevra," he gasped, but she remained as if rooted to the spot.
He waited an instant, and then walked rapidly away in the direction of the palace, his back as straight as a ramrod, but his legs a trifle unsteady.

The trio watched him for a full minute, speech-bound now that the deed was done and the consequences were to be considered.