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“
By
the
Lord
!
men
have
been
shot
for
less
than
this
,
”
cried
Osterman
.
“
You
’
ve
sold
us
out
,
you
,
and
if
you
ever
bring
that
dago
face
of
yours
on
a
level
with
mine
again
,
I
’
ll
slap
it
.
”
“
Keep
your
hands
off
,
”
exclaimed
Lyman
quickly
,
the
aggressiveness
of
the
cornered
rat
flaming
up
within
him
.
“
No
violence
.
Don
’
t
you
go
too
far
.
”
“
How
much
were
you
paid
?
How
much
were
you
paid
?
”
vociferated
Harran
.
“
Yes
,
yes
,
what
was
your
price
?
”
cried
the
others
.
They
were
beside
themselves
with
anger
;
their
words
came
harsh
from
between
their
set
teeth
;
their
gestures
were
made
with
their
fists
clenched
.
“
You
know
the
Commission
acted
in
good
faith
,
”
retorted
Lyman
.
“
You
know
that
all
was
fair
and
above
board
.
”
“
Liar
,
”
shouted
Annixter
;
“
liar
,
bribe
-
eater
.
You
were
bought
and
paid
for
,
”
and
with
the
words
his
arm
seemed
almost
of
itself
to
leap
out
from
his
shoulder
.
Lyman
received
the
blow
squarely
in
the
face
and
the
force
of
it
sent
him
staggering
backwards
toward
the
wall
.
He
tripped
over
his
valise
and
fell
half
way
,
his
back
supported
against
the
closed
door
of
the
room
.
Magnus
sprang
forward
.
His
son
had
been
struck
,
and
the
instincts
of
a
father
rose
up
in
instant
protest
;
rose
for
a
moment
,
then
forever
died
away
in
his
heart
.
He
checked
the
words
that
flashed
to
his
mind
.
He
lowered
his
upraised
arm
.
No
,
he
had
but
one
son
.
The
poor
,
staggering
creature
with
the
fine
clothes
,
white
face
,
and
blood
-
streaked
lips
was
no
longer
his
.
A
blow
could
not
dishonour
him
more
than
he
had
dishonoured
himself
.
But
Gethings
,
the
older
man
,
intervened
,
pulling
Annixter
back
,
crying
:
“
Stop
,
this
won
’
t
do
.
Not
before
his
father
.
”
“
I
am
no
father
to
this
man
,
gentlemen
,
”
exclaimed
Magnus
.
“
From
now
on
,
I
have
but
one
son
.
You
,
sir
,
”
he
turned
to
Lyman
,
“
you
,
sir
,
leave
my
house
.
”
