They started
up a lion and he came straight at me from behind. If he hadn't made a
misstep in his hurry and loosened a stone, I guess he would have got me. As
it was, I got him."
"You mean your gun got him."
"Of course. You don't suppose I tackled him bare-handed."
"It might have been fairer. I don't see how you can boast of having killed
a creature that never bothered you, that you had to go thousands of miles
out of your way to find, and that you attacked with a gun, giving him no
chance to escape."
"What nonsense!" laughed Danvers. "I never expected to hear you say
anything like that. Who's been putting such stuff into your head?"
Marian coloured. She did not like his tone. She resented the suggestion of
the truth that her speech was borrowed. It made her uncomfortable to find
herself thus unexpectedly on the dangerous ground.
"I suppose it must have been that newspaper fellow Mrs. Carnarvon has taken
up. She talked about him for an hour after you left us to go to bed last
night."
"Yes, it was--was Mr. Howard." Marian had recovered herself. "I want you to
meet him some time. You'll like him, I'm sure."
"I doubt it. Mrs. Carnarvon seemed not to know much about him. I suppose
he's more or less of an adventurer."
Marian wondered if this obvious dislike was the result of one of those
strange instincts that sometimes enable men to scent danger before any sign
of it appears.
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