"We are at peace with the Indians; it would be a stout wolf that could leap this palisade; and the servants know their master too well to care to offend their mistress.

Moreover, I would leave Diccon in charge." "Diccon!" she cried.

"The old woman in the kitchen hath told me tales of Diccon! Diccon Bravo! Diccon Gamester! Diccon Cutthroat!" "Granted," I said.

"But Diccon Faithful as well.

I can trust him." "But I do not trust him!" she retorted.