He made twenty-four thousand an' I--" "You--You _fool!_" Gus Briskow looked up with a start to find his daughter standing over him, her face ablaze, her deep bosom heaving.

He stared at her in frank amazement, doubting his senses.

Never had Allegheny used toward him a word, a tone like this, never had he seen her look as she did at this moment.

He could not believe his eyes, for the girl had become a scowling fury, and she seemed upon the verge of destroying him with her strong hands, a task she was amply able to accomplish.
"Allie-_Allie!_" the mother gasped.

She, too, was aghast.