"I thought I ordered you to leave this room," he said with an air
and tone of lofty superiority, "and I certainly mean to be obeyed.
Go, sir, and if you attempt to escape, or in any way break your
parole, I'll have you shot."
"I have already broken it. From this moment I shall not regard it.
You have heard my statement. I shall not repeat it. Govern
yourself accordingly."
With these words Beverley turned and strode out of the house,
quite beside himself, his whole frame quivering.
Hamilton laughed derisively, then looked at Helm and said:
"Helm, I like you; I don't wish to be unkind to you; but
positively you must quit breaking in upon my affairs with your
ready-made advice. I've given you and Lieutenant Beverley too much
latitude, perhaps. If that young fool don't look sharp he'll get
himself into a beastly lot of trouble. You'd better give him a
talk. He's in a way to need it just now."
"I think so myself," said Helm, glad to get back upon fair footing
with the irascible Governor. "I'll wait until he cools off
somewhat, and then I can manage him. Leave him to me."
"Well, come walk with me to see what has really happened to
Farnsworth. He's probably not much hurt, and deserves what he's
got. That girl has turned his head. I think I understand the whole
affair. A little love, a little wine, some foolishness, and the
wench shot him.
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