I can not tell--" "Pardon me, I make no taunts, and I have said I tell no tales.

But my word of honor, man,--I will play you,--two out of three, to see--who takes her." His voice was low, tense, savage.
The younger man sat back in his chair.

One knowing his tempestuous nature might have expected anger, consternation, resentment, to remain on his face.

On the contrary, a sudden light seemed to come into his countenance.

Suddenly he stifled a smile! He passed a hand across his brow, as though to assure himself.