"I do not forget the time you were going to
throw me from the roof, if I did not say the words you wished to hear. I am
a good swimmer, let me tell you, so you will not find me so easy to drown
as you may imagine; however, accidents will happen, and I would fain die a
dry death, so take up the oars and turn back to the city, or I shall jump
overboard, and try and make for that vessel."
"Sit down, Dexie," said Hugh, fiercely. "Do you think I am such a fool as
to let you escape me, after all? Let me tell you, I planned for all
emergencies before I asked you to come out with me, and yesterday I made my
will and settled up my affairs by writing a letter for your father, in case
we do not return. So take care, it remains with you if there shall be a
tragedy. There shall be no risk of a separation, for if you make any effort
to escape, it will be stopped by this," and a bright revolver gleamed in
the rays of the setting sun.
Dexie shuddered in spite of herself. The dread of firearms was as strong in
her as in most of her sex, and she shrank back in her seat with a horrified
look.
"A fine proof of your regard, I must say, to carry a loaded revolver on
purpose to shoot me!" was the scornful reply.
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