Dr. Greydon questioned the Indian maiden at length about the plot, and she told the story precisely as before.
Mollie, with evidences of severe weeping and intense mental anguish written upon every line of her face, entered her father’s office with her mother. She at once ran to Segwuna and embraced her and said:
“My Segwuna, you did all of this for me. How shall I ever repay you? How sorry I am for Mrs. Arnold. I might now have been placed in a similar position.”
“My dearest Mollie,” began Dr. Greydon tenderly. “How do you feel about Mr. Barclugh’s proposal for my daughter’s hand?”
“Father,” answered Mollie firmly, “I can never love the enemies of my country, especially those who fight her institutions by means of subterfuge and corruption. My love has been shocked. He knew my patriotism and he encouraged it; but he hoped to win me and bind me by the holy ties of marriage. My heart is broken. I can never consent, if he is an enemy.
“But, father, do not expose him. It would cost him his life and I know he loves me. Spare his life for my sake.”
These words settled the matter to the evident satisfaction of both Dr. Greydon and Segwuna.
Mollie and her mother left the office for the other part of the house, and the Doctor and Segwuna took the carriage for Philadelphia and Roderick Barclugh’s office.
Dr. Greydon walked into the office of Roderick Barclugh and confronted him when he was busy with his clerk in the outer room.
“Mr. Barclugh,” began Dr. Greydon. “May I see you privately?”