"What right have you to intrude in what is none of your business?" Greyville demanded, sourly.
"Eh! I'll show you, you brutal puppy! Don't give me any of your lip, or I'll blow your brains out. Why, cuss my boots, you're as bad as the Dog Injuns on the frontier!"
"I presume I've a right to chastise my own child, sir, when her conduct deserves it!"
"That's not your child, Garry Gregg! I know you. You are the wretch I have been longing to meet these ten years!"
"You know me?" the smuggler cried, in amazement.
"Ay! I know you!" the Westerner cried. "You are the worthless devil who trapped Minnie Gray into a secret marriage years ago, and after living with her a couple of years, and abusing her, left her in poverty, to live with a woman you had previously married."
"And incurred your enmity by winning your sweetheart away from you!" Gregg sneered, mockingly.
"Be that as it may, you are responsible for a good woman's death, and you shall answer for it. Tell me, sir—is this poor child you have been beating, the daughter of Minnie Gray?"
"If you like, yes."
"Then, curse you, leave this spot at once, if you don't want me to shoot you down. I'll take care you never strike her again! Go! I say, or I'll kill you without hesitation!"