“Then I want my girl.”
It was some seconds before Rash could get his dulled mind into play. Moreover, the encounter was of a kind which made him feel sick and disgusted.
“Whom do you mean?” he managed to ask, at last.
“You know very well who I mean. I mean Letty Gravely. I’m her father; and by God, if you don’t give her up—with big damages––”
“I can’t give her up, because she’s not here.”
“Not here? She was damn well here the day before yesterday.”
“Yes; she was here the day before yesterday; but she disappeared last night.”
“Ah, cut that kind o’ talk. I’m wise, I am. You can’t put that bunk over on me. She’s in there, and I’m goin’ to get her.”
“I wish she was in there; but she’s not.”