The movement was one of instinctive recoil. But
still no words came. He stood staring at Saltash, and he was trembling
from head to foot.
"Don't be an ass now!" Saltash said, and his voice was oddly gentle, even
compassionate. "You've stumbled on a mare's nest. It's all right. I can
explain."
Bunny controlled himself with a jerk. His face was like death, but he
found his voice. "You can keep your damned lies to yourself," he said.
"I've no use for them."
The prod of a riding-switch against his shoulder made him start as a
spirited animal starts at the touch of a spur. But Saltash only laughed.
"You'll fight me for that!" he said.
"I wouldn't touch you!" flung back Bunny.
"Oh, wouldn't you?" The odd eyes mocked him openly. "Then you withdraw
the insult--with apologies?"
"Apologise--to you!" said Bunny.
"Or fight!" said Saltash. "I think that would do you more good than the
other, but you shall decide."
"I will do neither," said Bunny, and turned his back with the words.
"I've--done with you."
"You're wrong!" said Saltash. "You've got to face it, and you won't get
the truth from anyone but me. That girl knows nothing, Bunny!" His voice
was suddenly curt, with that in it which very few ever heard.
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