if I had cause to think it true, I'd...

I'd run you through the vitals--jus' so," and he prodded Richard's waistcoat with the point of his pipe-stem.

His swarthy face darkened, his eyes glittered fiercely.

"Are ye sure ye're norrer foul traitor ?" he demanded suddenly.

"Are y' sure, for if ye're not..." He left the terrible menace unuttered, but it was none the less understood.