Part 13 (1/2)
All this time George Melville had spoken in his usual tone of voice, and the tramp was puzzled to know whether he had any weapon with him. For himself, he was unarmed, and this made him feel rather ill at ease, notwithstanding his superiority in physical strength. He was rather disposed to think that George Melville had a pistol, for he could not understand how otherwise he should dare to confront a man of twice his size and strength.
”I don't care for the spoons,” he said, ”but I will take the money.”
”No, you will return the money,” said Melville, calmly.
”Who will make me?” demanded the tramp, defiantly.
”I will.”
”We'll see about that!” said the tramp, desperately, and he sprang towards Melville, who had in the meantime entered the house and stood only six feet distant.
”Stay where you are!” exclaimed Melville, resolutely, and he drew a pistol, which he leveled at his formidable antagonist.
”That settles it, stranger!” said the tramp, ”You've got the advantage of me this time. Just wait till we meet again.”
”I am willing to wait for some time,” said Melville, shrugging his shoulders. ”I have no desire to cultivate your acquaintance, my friend.”
”There are the spoons!” said the tramp, throwing them down on the table.
”Now for the money!”
The tramp looked at George Melville. Melville still held the pistol in his hand leveled at his breast. The thief was a large man, but he was not a brave one. He cowered before the resolute glance of his small opponent.
”Won't you interfere with me if I give back the money?” he asked.
”No.”
”Will you let me go without firing at me?”
”Yes.”
”Perhaps you won't keep your agreement,” suggested the tramp, nervously.
”I am a man of my word,” said Melville, calmly.
His calm, resolute tone, free from all excitement, impressed the tramp with confidence. He drew the notes from his vest pocket, where he had thrust them, and threw them on the table.
”Now, may I go?” he said.
In answer, George Melville, who stood between him and the door, drew aside, still, however, holding the pistol in position, and the tramp pa.s.sed out, not sorry, it may be said, to get out of range of the weapon.
They watched him striding through the yard, and when he was fairly gone Mrs. Cole said:
”Oh, how can I thank you for saving me from this wretch?”
”I am glad to have been the instrument of deliverance,” said Melville, politely.
”It was fortunate you had the pistol with you, Mr. Melville,” said Herbert.