Let me in!" Alvin Mead laid a rough hand on Madelon's shoulder.

"Now you look at here, gal," said he.

"I've had about all this darned nonsense I'm a-goin' to stan'.

That chap is in jail for murder, an' in jail he's a-goin' to stay till I git orders from somebody besides you to let him out.

An' what's more, don't you come here on no sich tom-fool arrant agin.