"I think he'd try and kill you, if you did. That's the kind of man he is."
"You think if he knew the truth he'd try and kill me--he!"
Carnac paused. He did not like to say everything in his mind. "Do you think he'd say much and do little?"
"I dunno, I dunno, but I'll tell him the truth and take my chance." Suddenly he swung round and stretched out appealing hands. "Haven't you got any sense, m'sieu'? Don't you see what you should do? Ma'm'selle Junia cares for you. I know it--I've seen it in her eyes often--often."
With sudden vehemence Carnac caught the wrists of the other. "It can't be, Denzil. I can't tell you why yet. I'm going away. If Tarboe wants her--good--good; I must give her a chance."
Denzil shrank. "There's something wrong, m'sieu'," he said. Then his eyes fastened on Carnac's. Suddenly, with a strange, shining light in them, he added "It will all come right for you and her. I'll live for that. If you go away, I'll take good care of her."
"Even if--" Carnac paused.
"Yes, even if he makes love to her. He'll want to marry her, surelee."
"Well, that's not strange," remarked Carnac.