She never looked at him, never answered, her entire attention concentrated on Fagin, who was grinning with enjoyment. "That's sure right, young lady," he said grimly. "The Captain is only obeyin' orders ter save his own neck. There's no love lost atween us, let me tell yer. But we're not so blame merciless after all, an', I reckon, we've got about all thar is in the house worth cartin' away. Now we're goin' to have some fun, an' leave two happy hearts behind. Ain't that it, Jones? Clinton's licked; Washington has his hands full up north; an' this hull blame country is ours. Somewhere, Mistress, I've heard tell that you an' this Captain was pretty thick--how is it?" Her eyes exhibited indignant surprise, but, after an instant's hesitation, her lips answered. "I hardly know what you mean, sir. We were children together." "An' engaged ter be married--eh?" "There was an arrangement of that nature between our parents. But why should this interest you?" He ignored the question, but his eyes hardened. "I heard it this way. You were engaged until a few weeks ago. Then you met a damned Continental, a spy, an' imagined yer fell in love with him. Now do yer know what interest I've got? I'm with the Red-coats, an' if I can turn a trick fer that side I'm a-goin' ter do it. You'll be blessin' me fer it some day. Now, see here, girl, I'm a-goin' ter marry yer off before leavin' this house. I reckon yer ain't intendin' to make no fuss about it, are yer?" She did not appear to comprehend, to realize the man was in earnest; she even smiled slightly. "Is this some joke, sir, that I fail to grasp?" she asked. "Will you not explain?" "Explain, hell!" and Fagin clapped his hat on his head, uttering a rough oath. "I spoke plain enough. Yer a-goin' ter marry Grant, here an' now, an' there's the parson, waitin' ter do the job." She partly turned, and as she recognized Jenks, the color deserted her cheeks, and her hands grasped the side of the door for support. "Marry Captain Grant! I?" she exclaimed, horrified. "No, never!" "Oh, I guess yer will, my beauty. Good Lord, why not? He's not so bad; there's many a girl would jump at the chance. Your plantations join, an' he's a King's officer." "Listen to me, sir," she broke in, now cool and determined. "I'll give you my answer. I have already given it to Captain Grant. I will not marry him--not even to save this house from destruction; not even to release my brother from your hands. We can suffer, if necessary, for we are of a fighting race, but I shall never yield to threats." [Illustration: "Let me pass, sir! This is my father's house"] She swept past him, around the end of the table, and confronted Grant, who drew back a step, scowling.