"Have you been up to the house, Barry?" were Viola's first words as she stopped in front of the man who barred the way.
Lapelle did not change his position. His chin was lowered and he was looking at her through narrowed, unsmiling eyes.
"Yes, I have."
"Where was the dog?" she inquired cuttingly.
"He came and licked my hand. He's the only friend I've got up here, I reckon."
"I will have him shot to-day. What do you want?"
"I came to see your mother. Where is she?"
"She's away."
"Over night?"
"It will do you no good to see her, Barry. You might as well realize it first as last."