Indeed, from his appearance, a resolute, sturdy man might expect to deal
with him as he would with a mere boy. But our hero was one of those who
expanded in a crisis.
The girl upon reaching the cabin rapped on the door and from the inside
came the demand:
"Who's there?"
"I am here."
"Alone?"
"No, the gentleman is with me."
"Come in."
The girl pushed the cabin door open, and our hero entering found himself
in a dimly-lighted apartment and in the presence of a villainous,
dark-faced man. The latter eyed his visitor by the aid of the dim,
flickering light shed abroad in the room by a sputtering candle.
"Be seated," said the man, and he spoke in fairly good English.
Our hero obeyed and expected the girl would tell the man that his
visitor had not visited him unaccompanied, but she said nothing beyond
asking:
"Shall I go?"
"Yes, you can go."
A moment later and Argetti, as the man chose to be called, and our hero
were sitting face to face under the dim light of the sputtering candle.
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