"Guess there's only one thing I want now, chief. Where did ye git her?
My! she's a beauty."

At these words the injured man's eyes flashed with anger. He lifted
himself to a sitting position, and seized Dave by the arm.

"She's my daughter," he lied, "and if you harm her I'll kill you. See?"

The visitor cowered and shrank back at this fierce threat.

"I didn't mean to harm her," he muttered. "But I didn't know ye had a
daughter like that. Where have ye kept her all this time?"

"That's none of your business, Dave. Tell me what you want, and then
get out. But, wait, I know you're thirsty. Bring in some rum,
daughter," he ordered, looking over at Jean.

The latter was only too glad to get out of the room, and away from the
man who in such a short time had filled her heart with fear. Her hands
trembled as she picked up a mug and filled it with liquor. She then
glanced toward the muskets in the opposite corner, and wondered if they
were loaded. She felt more lonely now than ever, and wished for Sam
and Kitty. She feared that stranger, and longed to close and bolt the
door until he was out of the house. At present, however, there was
nothing else for her to do but to be as brave as possible. No trace of
fear did she show as she went into the other room, and paused just
inside the door. The two men were talking very earnestly, and the
invalid seemed to be quite excited.