"I have the right of a magistrate."
"You have no right. Leave it at once."
"Allow me to pass."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself—making a girl turn traitor to her own father!"
"You ought to be proud of a daughter with the conscience and courage to turn against you!"
The chief passed Mr. Palmer, and running down the stair, joined Rob of the Angels where he stood at the door in a group composed of the keepers and most of the servants.
"Do you know the tool-house?" he said to Rob.
"Yes, Macruadh."
"Lead the way then. Your father is there."
"On no account let them open the door," cried Mr. Palmer. "They may hold through it what communication they please."