Come on, Medaine." The girl, apparently without a thought of the air of proprietorship in the man's tone, rose, only to face Ba'tiste.

The Canadian glowered at her.
"And are you chattel ?" he stormed.

"Do you stand in the cup of his hand that he shall tell you when to rise and when to sit, when to walk and where to go ?" She turned.
"You were abrupt, Fred.

I'm glad Ba'tiste reminded me.

Personally, I don't see why I should have been drawn into this at all, or why I should be made the butt of a quarrel over some one I never saw before." "I'm sorry--terribly sorry." Barry was speaking earnestly and holding forth his hand.