"You're goin' to stay right in this house, there's where you're goin' to stay; and you'll stay till I've cleaned out Macdonald and his gang, down to the last muddy-bellied wolf!" "You'll answer for detaining me here, sir!" "There ain't no man in this country that I answer to!" returned Chadron, not without dignity, for power undisputed for so long, and in such large affairs, had given him a certain manner of imperialism. "You'll find out where your mistake is, to your bitter cost, before many days have gone over your head. Your master is on the way; you'll meet him yet." "You might as well ca'm down, and take that hat off and make yourself easy, Miss Frances; you ain't goin' to the post tonight." "Open that door, Mr. Chadron! For the memory of your daughter, be a man!" "I'm actin' for the best, Miss Frances." Chadron softened in speech, but unbent in will. "You must stay here till we settle them fellers. I ain't got time to bring any more men up from Cheyenne--I've got to have help within the next twenty-four hours. You can see how your misplaced feelin's might muddle and delay me, and hold off the troopers till they've killed off all of my men in that cañon back yonder in the hills. It's for the best, I tell you; you'll see it that way before daylight." "It's a pity about your gallant cutthroats! It's time the rest of this country knew something about the methods of you cattlemen up here, and the way you harass and hound and murder honest men that are trying to make homes!" "Oh, Miss Frances! ca'm down, ca'm down!" coaxed Chadron, spreading his hands in conciliatory gesture, as if to smooth her troubled spirits, and calm her down by stroking her, like a cat. "Now you want to call out the army to rescue that pack of villains, you want to enlist the government to help you murder more children! Well, I'm a daughter of the army; I'm not going to stand around and see you pull it down to any such business as yours!" "You'd better make up your mind to take it easy, now, Miss Frances. Put down your hat and things, now, and run along off to bed like a good little girl." She turned from him with a disdainful toss of the head, and walked across to the window where Mrs. Chadron's great chair stood beside her table. "Do you want it known that I was forced to leave your house by the window?" she asked, her hand on the sash. "It won't do you any good if you do," Chadron growled, turning and throwing the door open with gruff decision. He stood a moment glowering at her, his shoulders thrust into the room. "You can't leave here till I'm ready for you to go--I'm goin' to put my men on the watch for you. If you try it afoot they'll fetch you back, and if you git stubborn and try to ride off from 'em, they'll shoot your horse. You take my word that I mean it, and set down and be good."