is how he speaks--the
other one!"

"Baldwin--he speaks like that, does he?"

"And that is why I loathe him so. Oh, Jack, now I can tell you the
truth. I loathe him with all my heart; but I fear him also. I fear him
for myself; but above all I fear him for father. I know that some great
sorrow would come upon us if I dared to say what I really felt. That is
why I have put him off with half-promises. It was in real truth our
only hope. But if you would fly with me, Jack, we could take father
with us and live forever far from the power of these wicked men."

Again there was the struggle upon McMurdo's face, and again it set like
granite. "No harm shall come to you, Ettie--nor to your father either.
As to wicked men, I expect you may find that I am as bad as the worst
of them before we're through."

"No, no, Jack! I would trust you anywhere."

McMurdo laughed bitterly. "Good Lord! how little you know of me! Your
innocent soul, my darling, could not even guess what is passing in
mine. But, hullo, who's the visitor?"

The door had opened suddenly, and a young fellow came swaggering in
with the air of one who is the master. He was a handsome, dashing young
man of about the same age and build as McMurdo himself. Under his
broad-brimmed black felt hat, which he had not troubled to remove, a
handsome face with fierce, domineering eyes and a curved hawk-bill of a
nose looked savagely at the pair who sat by the stove.

Ettie had jumped to her feet full of confusion and alarm. "I'm glad to
see you, Mr. Baldwin," said she. "You're earlier than I had thought.
Come and sit down."

Baldwin stood with his hands on his hips looking at McMurdo. "Who is
this?" he asked curtly.

"It's a friend of mine, Mr. Baldwin, a new boarder here. Mr. McMurdo,
may I introduce you to Mr. Baldwin?"

The young men nodded in surly fashion to each other.

"Maybe Miss Ettie has told you how it is with us?" said Baldwin.

"I didn't understand that there was any relation between you."

"Didn't you? Well, you can understand it now. You can take it from me
that this young lady is mine, and you'll find it a very fine evening
for a walk."

"Thank you, I am in no humour for a walk."

"Aren't you?" The man's savage eyes were blazing with anger. "Maybe you
are in a humour for a fight, Mr. Boarder!"

"That I am!" cried McMurdo, springing to his feet. "You never said a
more welcome word."

"For God's sake, Jack! Oh, for God's sake!" cried poor, dis