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In
six
seconds
he
was
by
her
side
,
confronting
her
supposed
seducer
.
"
Low
villain
!
"
he
cried
,
"
unclasp
your
loathsome
arm
from
the
waist
of
my
sister
.
Louise
!
stand
aside
,
and
give
me
a
chance
of
killing
him
!
Aside
,
sister
!
Aside
,
I
say
!
"
Had
the
command
been
obeyed
,
it
is
probable
that
Maurice
Gerald
would
at
that
moment
have
ceased
to
exist
--
unless
he
had
found
heart
to
kill
Henry
Poindexter
;
which
,
experienced
as
he
was
in
the
use
of
his
six-shooter
,
and
prompt
in
its
manipulation
,
he
might
have
done
.
Instead
of
drawing
the
pistol
from
its
holster
,
or
taking
any
steps
for
defence
,
he
appeared
only
desirous
of
disengaging
himself
from
the
fair
arms
still
clinging
around
him
,
and
for
whose
owner
he
alone
felt
alarm
.
For
Henry
to
fire
at
the
supposed
betrayer
,
was
to
risk
taking
his
sister
's
life
;
and
,
restrained
by
the
fear
of
this
,
he
paused
before
pulling
trigger
.
That
pause
produced
a
crisis
favourable
to
the
safety
of
all
three
.
The
Creole
girl
,
with
a
quick
perception
of
the
circumstances
,
suddenly
released
her
lover
from
the
protecting
embrace
;
and
,
almost
in
the
same
instant
,
threw
her
arms
around
those
of
her
brother
.
She
knew
there
was
nothing
to
be
apprehended
from
the
pistol
of
Maurice
.
Henry
alone
had
to
be
held
doing
mischief
.
"
Go
,
go
!
"
she
shouted
to
the
former
,
while
struggling
to
restrain
the
infuriated
youth
.
"
My
brother
is
deceived
by
appearances
.
Leave
me
to
explain
.
Away
,
Maurice
!
away
!
"
"
Henry
Poindexter
,
"
said
the
young
Irishman
,
as
he
turned
to
obey
the
friendly
command
,
"
I
am
not
the
sort
of
villain
you
have
been
pleased
to
pronounce
me
.
Give
me
but
time
,
and
I
shall
prove
,
that
your
sister
has
formed
a
truer
estimate
of
my
character
than
either
her
father
,
brother
,
or
cousin
.
I
claim
but
six
months
.
If
at
the
end
of
that
time
I
do
not
show
myself
worthy
of
her
confidence
--
her
love
--
then
shall
I
make
you
welcome
to
shoot
me
at
sight
,
as
you
would
the
cowardly
coyoté
,
that
chanced
to
cross
your
track
.
Till
then
,
I
bid
you
adieu
.
"
