After a moment she asked, suddenly, "What are you going to do with Hornsby ?" Cass had not thought of him.

His short-lived rage was past with the occasion that provoked it.

Without any fear of his adversary, he would have been content quite willing to meet him no more.

He only said, "That will depend upon him." "Oh, you won't hear from him again," said she, confidently; "but you really ought to get up a little more muscle.

You've no more than a girl." She stopped, a little confused.
"What shall I do with your handkerchief ?" asked the uneasy Cass, anxious to change the subject.
"Oh, keep it, if you want to; only don't show it to everybody as you did that ring you found." Seeing signs of distress in his face, she added: "Of course that was all nonsense.