She made no move to obey him.

“Yes, I’m goin’ back to Flukey,” she said, “even if you make me come here again.  I haven’t left any letter for him.  But I’ll come back to the scow, and go with you and Lem, if you let Fluke stay with Mr. Shellington.  If you take him, you don’t get me.”

“How ye goin’ to help yerself?” Lon questioned, with a belittling sneer.

“When I get hold of ye,” put in Lem, “ye’ll want to stay.”

The squatter again motioned the scowman to silence.  A fear, almost a respect, for this girl, with her solemn gray eyes and unbending manner, dressed like the people he hated, took root within him.

Fledra’s next address to Lon ignored Lem’s growling threat.

“I didn’t come to fight with you, Pappy Lon.  But you’ve got to let me go back and write a letter.  I won’t tell anybody that I’m goin’ from home.  Mr. Shellington’s going to New York tomorrow, to stay four or five days.  That’ll give me a chance to get away, and I’ll come to you again tomorrow night.  But I’ll go with you only when you say that Fluke can stay where he is.  Do you hear, Pappy Lon?”

Her face expressed such commanding hauteur, she looked so like Floyd Vandecar when she threw up her head defiantly, that Cronk’s big chest heaved with satisfaction.  To take his grudge out upon her would be enough.  He would cause her to suffer even more than had Midge.  He waited for a few moments, with his eyes fastened upon her face, before he spoke.  He remembered that she had never told him a lie nor broken a promise.

“Ye swear that, if I let ye go now, ye’ll come back tomorry night?”

“Yes, I swear it, if you’ll swear that you’ll let Fluke alone, and that you won’t ever hurt Mr. Shellington.  Do you swear it?” Her voice was toned with a desperate passion, and she bent toward the squatter in command.

“I swear it,” muttered Lon.

“And can I bring Snatchet with me?  I want him because he’s Flukey’s, and because he’ll love me.  Can I, Pappy Lon?”

“Yep, damn it! ye can.  Bring all the dogs in Tarrytown; but be back tomorry night.”

“I’ll come, all right; but I’m goin’ now.”

As the girl turned to go, Lem lumbered to his feet.

“I’ve got somethin’ to say about this!” he stuttered.

“Sit down, Lem!” commanded Lon.

Crabbe stood still.

“That gal don’t go back tonight!  She’s mine!  Ye gived her to me, and I want her now.”

Lem wriggled his body between Fledra and the stairs; but the girl thrust herself upon him with an angry snarl.

“Don’t touch me with your dirty hands!” she gasped.

Lem caught his breath.

“Ye’ve let that rich pup of a Shellington kiss ye—­ye don’t move from here!”

Fledra crushed back against the cabin wall and eluded his searching fingers.

“I was goin’ to marry Mr. Shellington; but I ain’t now.  I’m going back to him for tonight, and tomorrow, and I’m goin’ to let him kiss me, and I’m goin’ to kiss him.”