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Ferrier
remained
silent
for
some
little
time
with
his
brows
knitted
.
"
You
will
give
us
time
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
My
daughter
is
very
young
--
she
is
scarce
of
an
age
to
marry
.
"
"
She
shall
have
a
month
to
choose
,
"
said
Young
,
rising
from
his
seat
.
"
At
the
end
of
that
time
she
shall
give
her
answer
.
"
He
was
passing
through
the
door
,
when
he
turned
,
with
flushed
face
and
flashing
eyes
.
"
It
were
better
for
you
,
John
Ferrier
,
"
he
thundered
,
"
that
you
and
she
were
now
lying
blanched
skeletons
upon
the
Sierra
Blanco
,
than
that
you
should
put
your
weak
wills
against
the
orders
of
the
Holy
Four
!
"
With
a
threatening
gesture
of
his
hand
,
he
turned
from
the
door
,
and
Ferrier
heard
his
heavy
step
scrunching
along
the
shingly
path
.
He
was
still
sitting
with
his
elbows
upon
his
knees
,
considering
how
he
should
broach
the
matter
to
his
daughter
when
a
soft
hand
was
laid
upon
his
,
and
looking
up
,
he
saw
her
standing
beside
him
.
One
glance
at
her
pale
,
frightened
face
showed
him
that
she
had
heard
what
had
passed
.
"
I
could
not
help
it
,
"
she
said
,
in
answer
to
his
look
.
"
His
voice
rang
through
the
house
.
Oh
,
father
,
father
,
what
shall
we
do
?
"
"
Do
n't
you
scare
yourself
,
"
he
answered
,
drawing
her
to
him
,
and
passing
his
broad
,
rough
hand
caressingly
over
her
chestnut
hair
.
"
We
'll
fix
it
up
somehow
or
another
.
You
do
n't
find
your
fancy
kind
o
'
lessening
for
this
chap
,
do
you
?
"
A
sob
and
a
squeeze
of
his
hand
was
her
only
answer
.
"
No
;
of
course
not
.
I
should
n't
care
to
hear
you
say
you
did
.
He
's
a
likely
lad
,
and
he
's
a
Christian
,
which
is
more
than
these
folk
here
,
in
spite
o
'
all
their
praying
and
preaching
.
There
's
a
party
starting
for
Nevada
to-morrow
,
and
I
'll
manage
to
send
him
a
message
letting
him
know
the
hole
we
are
in
.
If
I
know
anything
o
'
that
young
man
,
he
'll
be
back
here
with
a
speed
that
would
whip
electro-telegraphs
.
"
