“Hear me, ‘boys.’Do you belong to me?”
“Ay, ay! Heart and soul!”
“Then you must mind me. You must let Ferd alone. You must do even more to please me––and teach him to be good, not bad.”
None answered these clear, commanding sentences, which, as the strangers present thought, came so oddly from such childish lips, and they wondered at the effect produced upon the Sobrante men. These glanced at one another in doubt, each questioning the decision of his neighbor; and then again at the lovely girl who had never before seemed so wholly angelic.
“Will you do this?”
“Hold on, little one. Let the ‘admiral’ speak. Has she forgiven that human coyote?”
The unexpected question startled Mrs. Trent. She was a strictly truthful woman, and found her 58 answer difficult. She had never liked the wretched creature who had just brought such misery to her, and she now loathed him. She had already resolved that, while she would protect Ferd from personal injury, she would see to it that he was put where he could never again injure her or hers. Her momentary hesitation told. The whole assemblage waited for her next word amid a silence that could be felt, when, suddenly, there burst upon that silence a series of ear-splitting shrieks which effectually diverted attention from the perplexed ranch mistress.