"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.