Here she began to cry.
"It's never too late to mend," said Maud.
"Have you spent any of the money they took?" asked Colonel Meredith.
"No, sir; we haven't had a chance. We've got every dime of it."
"Did you own the land you were driven off?"
"No, sir, but we'd always lived on it, and it did seem as if we ought to be left in peace——"
"To shoot out of season, to burn other people's wood, trap their fish, and show your teeth at them when they came to take what belonged to them? I congratulate you. You are American to the backbone. And now you propose to take my money away from me."
Colonel Meredith turned to his cousin, after excusing himself to Maud, and they conversed for some time in their strange Sea Island dialect.
"Can that gibberish," said one of the train robbers suddenly. "I'm sick of it."