"What's the matter?" he asked. "Don't you like the family, or what's
upsetting you?"

Dunn seemed almost choking with fury. He half-lifted one hand and
let it fall again.

"If ever I get hold of that young Rupert Dunsmore," he said with a
little gasp for breath. "If ever I come face to face with him--man
to man--"

"Dear me!" smiled Deede Dawson, lifting his eyebrows. "I'm treading
on sore toes, it seems. What's the trouble between you?"

"Never you mind," replied Dunn roughly. "That's my business. But
no man ever had a worse enemy than he's been to me."

"Has he, though?" said Deede Dawson, who seemed very interested and
even a little excited. "What did he do?"

"Never you mind," Dunn repeated. "That's my affair, but I swore I'd
get even with him some day and I will, too."

"Suppose," said Deede Dawson. "Suppose I showed you a way?"

Dunn did not answer at first, and for some moments the two men stood
watching each other and staring into each other's eyes as though
each was trying to read the depths of the other's soul.

"Suppose," said Deede Dawson very softly. "Suppose you were to meet
Rupert Dunsmore--alone--quite alone?"