"Willy, there _is_ worse to come of this business, and Ralph should be told of it if we can tell him." "You don't know my brother," repeated Willy in a high tone of extreme vexation.

"He would be banished, I say." "And if so--" said Rotha.
"If so!" cried Willy, catching at her unfinished words,--"if so we should purchase our privilege of not being kicked out of this place at the price of my brother's liberty.

Can you be so mean of soul, Rotha ?" "Your resolve is a noble one, but you do me much wrong," said Rotha with more spirit than before.
"Nay, then," said Willy, assuming a tone of some anger, not unmixed with a trace of reproach, "I see how it is.

I know now what you'd have me to do.

You'd keep me from exasperating these bloodhounds to further destruction in the hope of saving these pitiful properties to us, and perchance to our children.