"
"It certainly would be a well-deserved retribution," said Ackland,
musingly.
"Jack, you are the one, of all the world, to administer the
punishment. I don't believe a woman's smiles ever quickened your
pulse one beat."
"You are right, Will, it is my cold-bloodedness--to put your
thought in plain English--that will prove your best ally."
"I only hope that I am not leading you into danger. You will need
an Indian's stoicism."
"Bah! I may fail ignominiously, and find her vanity invulnerable,
but I pledge you my word that I will avenge you if it be within
the compass of my skill. My cousin, Mrs. Alston, may prove a
useful ally. I think you wrote me that the name of this siren was
Eva Van Tyne?"
"Yes; I only wish she had the rudiments of a heart, so that she
might feel in a faint, far-off way a little of the pain she has
inflicted on me. Don't let her make you falter or grow remorseful,
Jack. Remember that you have given a pledge to one who may be dead
before you can fulfil it."
Ackland said farewell to his friend with the fear that he might
never see him again, and a few days later found himself at a New
England seaside resort, with a relentless purpose lurking in his
dark eyes.
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