Philip ate lightly of the food which Pierre had ready for him.
When he had finished he leaned close to him, and said:
"You have warned me to ask no questions, and I am going to ask
none. But you have not forbidden me to tell you things which I
know. I am going to talk to you about Lord Fitzhugh Lee."
Pierre's dark eyes flashed.
"M'sieur--"
"Listen!" demanded Philip. "I seek your confidence no further. But
I shall tell you what I know of Lord Fitzhugh Lee, if it makes us
fight. Do you understand? I insist upon this because you have as
good as told me that this man is your enemy, and that he is at the
bottom of Jeanne's trouble. He is also my enemy. And after I have
told you why--you may change your determination to keep me a
stranger to your trouble. If not--well, you can hold your tongue
then as well as now."
Quickly, without moving his eyes from Pierre's face, Philip told
his own story of Lord Fitzhugh Lee. And as he continued a strange
change came over the half-breed. When he came to the letters
revealing the plot to turn the northerners against his company a
low cry escaped Pierre's lips. His eyes seemed starting from his
head. Drops of sweat burst out upon his face.
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