brandished menacingly, and by this conduct further alarmed Black Bess.
Judith met Coppinger, and he was forced to stay his forward course.
"What has he done?" asked the girl. "Why do you threaten?"
"The cursed idiot has strewn bits of glass and buttons along the road," answered the Captain, angrily. " Stand aside that I may lash him, and teach him to frighten horses and endanger men's lives."
"I am sorry for what Jamie has done. I will pick up the things he has thrown down."
Cruel Coppinger's eyes glistened with wrath. He gathered the lash of his whip into his palm along with the handle, and gripped them passionately.
"Curse the fool! My Bess was frightened, dashed up the bank, and all but rolled over. Do you know he might have killed me?"
"You must excuse him; he is a very child."
"I will not excuse him. I will cut the flesh off his back if I catch him."
He put the end of the crop handle into his mouth, and, putting his right hand behind him, gathered the reins up shorter and wound them more securely about his left hand.
Judith walked backward, facing him, and he turned with his horse and went after her. She stooped and gathered up a splinter of glass. The sun striking through the gaps in the hedge had flashed on these scraps of broken mirror and of white bone, or burnished brass buttons, and the horse had been frightened at them. As Judith stooped and took up now a buckle, then a button, and then some other shining trifle, she hardly for an instant withdrew her eyes from Coppinger; they had in them the same dauntless defiance as when she encountered him on the stairs of the rectory. But now it was she who retreated, step by step, and he who advanced, and yet he could not flatter himself that he was repelling her. She maintained her strength and mastery unbroken as she retreated.
"Why do you look at me so? Why do you walk backward?"
"Because I mistrust you. I do not know what you might do were I not to confront you."
