"What do you mean?"
"Ye'll force her to marry that Lord's son, the feller with the wobbly knees an' brainless head?"
"Yes, I am determined that she shall marry Lord Donaster's son. My mind is made up to that, and nothing can change it."
"But ye haven't got yer daughter yit."
"Oh, that's merely a matter of time. She may escape me for a while, but I shall get her sooner or later."
"But s'pose somebody else gits her first?"
"You mean young Hampton?" Randall somewhat anxiously asked.
"I sartinly do. He's hot on her trail, an' it looks to me as if they're mighty fond of each other. Mebbe they're off now to be hitched up. Ye kin never tell what notions young people'll take."
"Then I'll tear them apart," Randall angrily declared. "My daughter shall never remain the wife of an ignorant country clown. But I don't believe she would go that far. No doubt she is hiding somewhere. Have you any idea where that might be?"
"I don't believe she's on board the 'Eb an' Flo' this time. Ye'll have to hunt elsewhere."