"
"Linton, didn't I tell you last night that you were circulating a lie?"
Harlan's face was gray.
"If it's a lie why are you afraid of telling Mr. Presson the whole truth
and explaining the matter?" insisted Lintonwith a lawyer's pertinacity
in extracting evidence. He realized that if young Thornton talked, even
to admit the facts that information from the north country seemed to
prove, a bit of impromptu cross-examination might yield results that
would help the Linton cause.
"I refuse because every word that is said on the subject is a gross
insult to an innocent girl," declared Harlan, passionately. "And I warn
you that if you open your mouth again you'll get the only thing a man
can give you and remain a man!"
"You'd better take the hint, Linton," advised the Duke. "I don't know
exactly what you're driving at, but you're heading toward trouble. They
don't do things up our way as they do in a city court-room."
Linton was angry, desperate, and he was as stalwart as the other. He was
not inclined to let that opportunity pass.
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