293 "ladies FIRST."
Lutner, true to his appointment, arrived at
eight o'clock sharp, and was met by Banatyne.
Dougald remained within ear shot, for a boy of
eighteen is much more interested in the trapping
of a villain than he is in love affairs, and, besides,
he Avas fearful of violence to his father, so he
determined to be on hand should lusty help be
Lutner Avas very debonnair in appearance—
regularly jaunty in his manner. He extended
his clammy, moistened hand to Banatyne, without
a curve in his fingers. Banatyne clasped it warmly
from force of habit, dropping it instantly, as if it
Avere a slimy asp Avith poisonous sting.
" Hello, Banatyne," Avashis greeting, " I thought
you Avere a man Avho didn't scare like a jack rab¬
bit." Then he laughed, and the scar was just as
vigilant as OA'cr, and curved up in croAV-foot shape
tOAvard the Avell remembered sinister eyes.
" Well, I don't, unless my assailant strikes from
under coA'or," returned Banatyne, forcing a laugh.
" What do you mean, old felloAV ? " asked Lut¬
ner, as he settled himself comfortably in the
largest and easiest chair he could find.
" Now, there's no use, Lutner, Avhipping the
devil around the stump,'' returned Banatyne,