"There is your father--the coward--the traitor--the deserter of his loving family.

He thinks to escape; but we shall capture him yet, and when we do--" "Hurry, father," screamed the little girl, "or she'll get you." A slap on the mouth silenced her and set the boy wailing dismally.

The boy was accustomed to howl without provocation.

He kicked his mother until she let him down.

By this time they could discern only Maurie's head bobbing in the distant water.