Oh, those revolvers in the barn! I can hear them yet.

Every shot seemed like the explosion of tons of powder." "Shall we clear out, then?
Shall we let Delaney have possession, and S.
Behrman, and all that lot?
Shall we give in to them ?" "Never, never," she exclaimed, her great eyes flashing.
"YOU wouldn't like to be turned out of your home, would you, Miss Hilma, because Quien Sabe is your home isn't it?
You've lived here ever since you were as big as a minute.

You wouldn't like to have S.Behrman and the rest of 'em turn you out ?" "N-no," she murmured.

"No, I shouldn't like that.

There's mamma and----" "Well, do you think for one second I'm going to let 'em ?" cried Annixter, his teeth tightening on his cigar.