"My brother ought to be in sight," she said. "He ought to stop working. It is getting late."
"Maybe he's struck a new idea," replied Corrigan. "You know he hates to give up unless a point is settled."
Deb knew that this was true of Jack. But might not her brother go straight home, without returning to the mill?
"I guess I'll go up the road to meet him," she said, rising.
Corrigan stepped over to the door. "No, you must stay here," he replied, decidedly.
"Why--why, what do you mean!" exclaimed Deb, turning pale.
"I mean just this," replied Corrigan, catching her by the arm, "you are my prisoner, and must do as I say."
"I MEAN JUST THIS," REPLIED CORRIGAN, CATCHING HER BY THE ARM, "YOU ARE MY PRISONER AND MUST DO AS I SAY."
CHAPTER XIX.