"Yes, yes—speak father," Ellen urged him.
"You desire it?"
"Yes, yes."
"Very well, then, listen to me attentively, for the means I am about to propose, strange as they may at first appear to you, offer a chance of success, which, in our desperate situation, must not be despised."
"Speak, pray speak!" the monk said impatiently.
Red Cedar looked at him with a grin.
"You are in a precious hurry," he said; "perhaps you will not be so presently."