Now and then she pounded the floor with a clattering thud like an iron flail.
"How far do you suppose that mare would go if you tried to send her anywhere ?" he asked.
"Maybe Madelon wouldn't go." "You'd have to halter the mare," said Eugene, "and drag her half the way and stand from under, or she'd trample you down the other." Eugene, although his words were strong, spoke quite softly, lowering his sweet tenor.

From where they stood they could see Madelon moving to and fro behind the kitchen windows preparing supper.
"I don't know what to do," said David, after a pause.
"Watch her," returned Eugene, quietly.
"Watch her ?" "Yes.

I've been under cover days before now watching for a pretty white fox or a deer I wanted." Eugene laughed pleasantly.
"Will you ?" "I'll stay by the house to-morrow.

She sha'n't go about accusing herself of murder to save the man that's jilted her if I can help it." As he spoke Eugene's handsome face darkened again vindictively.
He hated Burr Gordon for another reason of his own that nobody suspected.
Suddenly Abner Hautville came running into the yard.

"Who is it there ?" he called out.