The Dugdale Millions — page 109: what you’re looking at

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A PLAN OF CAMPAIGN. 99 gerous light blazing in them—a murderous, desperate, fiendish light—and he knew he had for once met a spirit which, when aroused, was more wicked than his own. For the first time since Bob had fallen under his influence he respected him. Flat on his back he could not look upward without encountering those gleaming eyes. He was compelled to turn away from the murderous blaze, from that handsome face, horri- bie now under the workings of a terrible passion which convulsed it. He iooked to Moore, who was standing by, frightened into helpless impotence. The look re- calied Moore to himself, ‘‘This is no way to begin business,’’ he said in answer to the prostrate man’s appeal. ‘‘Bob, let Ran- som up.”’ He put his hand upon the younger man’s shoulder, and, finding he was not repulsed, gently urged him into his chair. Then he assisted Ransom to arise. While this was being done, the younger man never removed his eyes from the face of Ransom, but remained hold- ing his knife in his hand in a threatening manner. There wasarap at the door. Moore hastened to it. Someone hearing the noise came to ask if an accident had occurred. Assuring the inquirer that one of his visitors had fallen without injury to himself he closed the door again. The two men were sitting on oppo- site sides of the room glaring at each other when he turned. *“Well,’’ said Moore, perceiving that active hostili- ties had ceased. ‘‘What does this mean? Does the whole thing drop because you two have quarreled?’’ *‘I have not quarreled,’’ replied Ransom, forcing himself into composure. Gaining courage as he proceeded, Moore took upon himself the réle of peacemaker. ‘“‘Someone has,’’ he said. ‘*Put up that knife, Bob; Ransom won’t hurt you.”’ ‘‘No, I don’t think he will,’’ answered the young Comicloeo® “S C@ =