my former companion in arms that killed the worthy Hackett—not poor Bob Henry's blow."
Pembroke's dark eyes shone.
"We'll keep this to ourselves, and make the fellow hold his tongue. We won't give the deserters a chance to concoct a plausible lie. They will be certain to be at the court house when the trial comes off, and when I put them in the witness box unprepared—you will see."
They talked over the case a half an hour longer before Pembroke got up to go. Then he said: "Are you going to call at The Beeches? You must have known Eliza Koller before she left here."
"Know her," cried Cave, "yes, I know her. I hope she has improved in every other way as much as she has in looks. I saw her the other day. It seemed to me that her hair was not so violently yellow when she went away; however, I'll be cautious,—I see you are badly singed. Little Olivia Berkeley wouldn't do for my lord—"
Pembroke got up and flung off in a passion, pursued by Cave shouting:
"I'll give long odds on the widow!"
