ot answer.
The hound, excited by the sound of voices, redoubled his efforts and his
fury. Oriana was sinking into Harold's arms.
"This must end," he muttered. "Arthur, take her from me, she's fainting.
I'll go out and brain the dog."
"Not yet, not yet," whispered Arthur. "For her sake be calm," and while
he received Oriana upon one arm, with the other he sought to stay his
friend.
But Harold seized a brand from the fire, and sprang toward the door.
"Stand from the door," he shouted, lifting the brand above Rawbon's
head. "Leave that, I say!"
Rawbon's lank form straightened, and in an instant the revolver flashed
in the glare of the fagots.
He did not shoot, but his face grew black with passion.
"By God! you strike me, and I'll set the dog at the woman."
At the sound of his master's voice, the hound set up a yell that seemed
unearthly. Harold was familiar with the nature of the species, and even
in the extremity of his anger, his anxiety for Oriana withheld his arm.
"Look you here!" continued Rawbon, losing his quiet, mocking tone, and
fairly screaming with excitement, "do you see this?" He pointed to his
mangled lip, from which, by the action of his jaws while talking, the
plaster had just been torn, and the blood was streaming out afresh. "Do
you see this? I've got that to settle with you. I'll hunt you, by G--d!
as that hound hunts a nigger. Now see if I don't spoil that pretty face
of yours, some day, so that she won't look so sweet on you for all your
pretty talk."
He seemed to calm abruptly after this, put up his pistol, and resumed
the wicked leer.
"What would you have?" at last asked Arthur, mildly and with no trace of
anger in his voice.
Rawbon turned to him with a searching glance, and, after a pause, said:
"Terms."
"What?"
"I want to make terms with you."
"About what?"
"About this whole affair."
"Well. Go on."
"I know you can hurt me for this with the law, and I know you mean to.
Now I want this matter hushed up."
Harold would have spoken, but Arthur implored him with a glance, and
answered:
"What assurance can you give us against your outrages in the future?"
"None."
"None! Then why should we compromise with you?"
"Because I've got the best hand to-night, and you know it. For her, you
know, you'll do 'most anything--now, won't you?"
The fellow's complaisant smile caused Arthur to look away with disgust.
He turned to Harold, and they were conferring
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