He heard the latter say: "You've drove me to it; I'll do a swing for you!" Mrs.Hughs' thin body brushed past into his room; blood was dripping from her wrist.

Creed saw that Hughs had his bayonet in his hand.

With all his might he called out: "Ye ought to be ashamed of yourself!" raising the poker to a position of defence.

At this moment--more really dangerous than any he had ever known--it was remarkable that he instinctively opposed to it his most ordinary turns of speech.

It was as though the extravagance of this un-English violence had roused in him the full measure of a native moderation.