throwbackyourhair，sir。’
Ifeltthatallchanceofescapewasatanend；andsteppingforwardasnearasthetablewouldallowmetohim，Iraisedmyhead，threwbackmyhair，andfixedmyeyessternlyandboldlyuponhisface。
Isawthatheknewmeinstantly，forhiscountenanceturnedaspaleasasheswithsurpriseandhatred。Hestartedup，placinghishandinstinctivelyuponhissword-hilt，andglaringatmewithalooksodeadly，thatIthoughteverymomenthewouldstrikehisswordintomyheart。
Hesaidinakindofwhisper：’HardressFitzgerald？’
’Yes；’saidI，boldly，fortheexcitementofthescenehadeffectuallystirredmyblood，’HardressFitzgeraldisbeforeyou。