The giant started on the errand.
“Ho!” called Goldsborough after him.
Mutchison looked back.
“Don’t let any of the men know what’s up. We don’t want to afford them a spectacle in camp. See that they are kept at a proper distance from this.”
“All right, sir,” said the giant, striding on his way.
Albert Goldsborough raised Elfie in his arms and bore her into the hut.
“Mind this!” said Elfie, whose very lips were white with rage, while her black eyes seemed to scintillate sparks of fire—“mind this, Albert Goldsborough! If you persist in this purpose, and if you succeed in carrying it out—I will kill you!”
“Perhaps you will, Elfie. You really look as if you would; but I will risk it,” said Albert, firmly.
Presently Mutchison returned to the hut, and said:
“The parson is coming, sir.”