"Shield her!" he cried out, with an oath.

"I wish I could meet him in the path once.
I'd give him a taste before they put the rope 'round his neck, the lying murderer!" David nodded his head in savage assent.
"What's going to be done with Madelon ?" cried Eugene, fiercely.
"I've been thinking--" said his father, slowly.
"No sister of mine shall go about rolling herself in the dust at that fellow's feet if I can help it." "I've been thinking--would you lock her in her chamber a spell ?" "Lock Madelon in her chamber! She'd get out or she'd beat her brains out against the wall." "I don't know but she would," assented David, perplexedly.

"You can't count on a woman when they rise up.

She might go away a spell." "Where ?" "We might send her somewhere." Eugene laughed.

The roan mare was pawing in her stall.