Hardy hesitated. "In exchange for the service I want permission to visit
here when I choose," he said, at length; "say twice a week."
Words failed the captain; none with which he was acquainted seemed
forcible enough for the occasion. He faced his visitor stuttering with
rage, and pointed to the door.
"Get out of my house," he roared.
[Illustration: "'Get out of my house,' he roared.]
"I'm sorry to have intruded," said Hardy, as he crossed the room and
paused at the door; "it is none of my business, of course. I thought
that I saw an opportunity of doing your son a good turn--he is a friend
of mine--and at the same time paying off old scores against Kybird and
Nathan Smith. I thought that on that account it might suit you. Good
afternoon."
He walked out into the hall, and reaching the front door fumbled clumsily
with the catch. The captain watching his efforts in grim silence began
to experience the twin promptings of curiosity and temptation.
"What is this wonderful plan of yours?" he demanded, with a sneer.
"Just at present that must remain a secret," said the other. He came
from the door and, unbidden, followed the captain into the room again.
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