Jean was surprised at her boldness. But it was not time for half-way
measures. If the owner would not agree to let the supplies go, she
would take matters into her own hands.

"Oh, but for this confounded pain in my side I would soon teach you who
is master of this house," the man shouted. "You are an impudent hussy,
and I believe the story you told me about being carried away is a lie.
And how do I know but what you are lying about those Loyalists? You
and your Indian companions may keep what you take for yourselves."

"You can believe me or not, just as you wish," Jean quietly and firmly
replied. "But those supplies are going to the Loyalists in the
morning. I would be ashamed to be called Colonel Sterling's daughter
if I were afraid to use strong measures to save starving people."

At these words the man suddenly lifted himself on his right elbow, and
peered keenly at the girl.

"Light the rest of those candles," he ordered. "I must see your face.
I want to know if you are telling me the truth."

Jean did so, and then returned to the man's side.

"Stand there," he commanded, "a little to the right, so I can see your
face. Ah, that's better. Now, tell me your father's Christian name."

"James," the girl replied.

"Yes, but James what? He has a second name, has he not?"