that!" said Peter, supported by the certainty that it would not come to so much as half a desperate man.
"Then I can tell you now what I have scarcely dared to think of before. Peter, you will have to reckon with Alfred!"
"Well, I'm not much alarmed at anything Alfred may do!" said Peter, wondering who the deuce Alfred was.
"He will come on board; he will demand an explanation; he will insist on seeing you!" she cried.
"Let him!" said Peter.
"You are brave—braver even than I thought; but, ah! Peter, you don't know what Alfred is!"
Peter did not even know who Alfred was, but he was unmoved.
"You leave Alfred to me," he said confidently, "I'll settle him!"
"But I must tell you all. I—I led you to believe that Alfred would raise no objections; that he would quietly accept facts which it is useless to contend against. He will do nothing of the sort! He is a man of violent passions—fierce and relentless when wronged. In the
