If this half-breed had threats to utter, there was always the law of the land.

A few hours in the pillory or a taste of the sheriff's whip might not be amiss.

Finally, if the trader made his suit again, Audrey must let him know, and Monsieur Jean Hugon should be taught that he had another than a helpless, friendless girl to deal with.
Audrey listened and was comforted, but the shadow did not quite leave her eyes.

"He is waiting for me now," she said fearfully to Haward, who had not missed the shadow.

"He followed me down the creek, and is waiting over against the gate in the wall.