“Baldwin—­he speaks like that, does he?”

“And that is why I loathe him so.  Oh, Jack, now I can tell you the truth.  I loathe him with all my heart; but I fear him also.  I fear him for myself; but above all I fear him for father.  I know that some great sorrow would come upon us if I dared to say what I really felt.  That is why I have put him off with half-promises.  It was in real truth our only hope.  But if you would fly with me, Jack, we could take father with us and live forever far from the power of these wicked men.”

Again there was the struggle upon McMurdo’s face, and again it set like granite.  “No harm shall come to you, Ettie—­nor to your father either.  As to wicked men, I expect you may find that I am as bad as the worst of them before we’re through.”

“No, no, Jack!  I would trust you anywhere.”

McMurdo laughed bitterly.  “Good Lord! how little you know of me!  Your innocent soul, my darling, could not even guess what is passing in mine.  But, hullo, who’s the visitor?”

The door had opened suddenly, and a young fellow came swaggering in with the air of one who is the master.  He was a handsome, dashing young man of about the same age and build as McMurdo himself.  Under his broad-brimmed black felt hat, which he had not troubled to remove, a handsome face with fierce, domineering eyes and a curved hawk-bill of a nose looked savagely at the pair who sat by the stove.

Ettie had jumped to her feet full of confusion and alarm.  “I’m glad to see you, Mr. Baldwin,” said she.  “You’re earlier than I had thought.  Come and sit down.”

Baldwin stood with his hands on his hips looking at McMurdo.  “Who is this?” he asked curtly.

“It’s a friend of mine, Mr. Baldwin, a new boarder here.  Mr. McMurdo, may I introduce you to Mr. Baldwin?”

The young men nodded in surly fashion to each other.

“Maybe Miss Ettie has told you how it is with us?” said Baldwin.

“I didn’t understand that there was any relation between you.”

“Didn’t you?  Well, you can understand it now.  You can take it from me that this young lady is mine, and you’ll find it a very fine evening for a walk.”

“Thank you, I am in no humour for a walk.”

“Aren’t you?” The man’s savage eyes were blazing with anger.  “Maybe you are in a humour for a fight, Mr. Boarder!”

“That I am!” cried McMurdo, springing to his feet.  “You never said a more welcome word.”

“For God’s sake, Jack!  Oh, for God’s sake!” cried poor, distracted Ettie.  “Oh, Jack, Jack, he will hurt you!”

“Oh, it’s Jack, is it?” said Baldwin with an oath.  “You’ve come to that already, have you?”

“Oh, Ted, be reasonable—­be kind!  For my sake, Ted, if ever you loved me, be big-hearted and forgiving!”

“I think, Ettie, that if you were to leave us alone we could get this thing settled,” said McMurdo quietly.  “Or maybe, Mr. Baldwin, you will take a turn down the street with me.  It’s a fine evening, and there’s some open ground beyond the next block.”