"She was in one of her tantrums, that is all."
"Man, I believe you're lyin' now."
"Be careful."
Barkswell drew his revolver.
The threat did not appear to affect Perry Jounce.
"It wouldn't be good fur you ter snap that pistol at me, Andy. I jest
heard you say't mebbe you had killed her, meanin' Iris. Now what hev you
ben up to?--let's hear right down quick, or thar'll be a tussle right
hyar and now."
There was a determined ring in the man's voice not to be mistaken.
Barkswell wished to avoid a quarrel, and so he said with a smile:
"You misunderstood my meaning entirely, Perry. Iris was determined on
quarreling with me over an unimportant matter. You know she's terribly
jealous, and she worked herself up into a fainting fit."
Perry Jounce accepted the explanation with a growl. He did not attempt to
push matters to a crisis. He had received some money from Barkswell, and
was anxious to keep in with that gentleman.
"Lead the way, pardner, and I'll take her to the house."
Perry Jounce lifted the seemingly lifeless form of his sister in his arms
and strode from the summer-house.
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