tion>Bertram Mitford
The Red Derelict
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066141837
Table of Contents
Chapter Two.
Afterwards.
“How did you do it?” he asked, panting violently after his recent exertion and shock. “How?”
“I saw the cartridges fall out of your pocket while you fought the brute,” she answered. “That suggested it. I put one in the rifle and aimed just behind the shoulder, as I had read of people doing when shooting things of that sort. Thank Heaven it was the right aim. Do you know, I felt it would be—knew it somehow.”
She spoke quickly, excitedly, her breast heaving, and the colour mantling in her cheeks, as she turned her large eyes upon his face.
“It was splendid—splendid,” he repeated, rising, though somewhat stiffly, for he was very bruised and shaken.
“I don’t know about that,” she answered with a laugh. “I expect the old Squire will be of a different opinion. Why I—I mean you
