y interest you
to know that I thrashed that man then and there. You are all
alike; I know the breed. When there is found a real man among
you--and there are such--he is so different in everything,
including his religion, as to be really of another race. I came
here without the slightest expectation of getting what I asked for.
As I said before, I know your breed, and I know just how well your
two-thousand-year-old doctrines apply to practical cases. There is
another way, but I hated to use it. You'd take it quick enough, I
dare say. Here is where I should receive aid. I may have to get
it where I should not. You a man of God! Why, you poor little
insect, I can't even get angry at you!"

He stood for a moment looking at the confused and troubled
clergyman. Then he went out.

Chapter Ten

Almost immediately the door opened again,

"You, Miss Albret!" cried Crane.

"What does this mean?" demanded Virginia, imperiously. "Who is
that man? In what danger does he stand? What does he want a rifle
for? I insist on knowing."

She stood straight and tall in the low room, her eyes flashing, her
head thrown back in the assured power of command.

The Reverend Crane tried to temporize, hesitating over his words.
She cut him short.

"That is nonsense. Everybody seems to know but myself. I am no
child. I came to consult you--my spiritual adviser--in regard to
this very case. Accidentally I overheard enough to justify me in
knowing more."

The clergyman murmured something about the Company's secrets.
Again she cut him short.

"Company's secrets! Since when has the Company confided in Andrew
Laviolette, in Wishkobun, in _you_?"

"Possibly you would better ask your father," said Crane, with some
return of dignity.

"It does not suit me to do so," replied she. "I insist that you
answer my questions. Who is this man?"

"Ned Trent, he says."

"I will not be put off in this way. _Who_ is he? _What_ is he?"

"He is a Free Trader," replied the Reverend Crane with the air of a
man who throws down a bomb and is afraid of the consequences. To
his astonishment the bomb did not explode.

"What is that?" she asked, simply.

The man's jaw dropped and his eyes opened in astonishment. Here
was a density of ignorance in regard to the ordinary affairs of the
Post which could by no stretch of the imagination be ascribed to
chance. If Virginia Albret did not know the meaning of the term,
and all the tragi