“But I love my father!” Debby blazed forth, “and when he awakens who, pray, is to care for him if I go away?”
“But I tell thee, child, he hath joined this wild crew who are headed for Boston, and thou wilt be turned on the town.”
“’Tis a lie!” screamed the girl, “he did not know when he promised. He would not leave me, but even if he did he would come back, he always does!”
Mrs. Lane paused, not knowing how further to explain the truth to the wild child.
“Lass, hear me, for thy mother’s sake I am trying to save thee. I never knew her story, but she was a lady. In meeting, thy case hath been considered, thy father is no longer to be tolerated in the town, he must go, and I have taken thy care upon myself.”
Debby stared in bewilderment, then slowly the truth dawned upon her.
Old Thomas Martin had been ordered from the town, and poor Jack bound out to Elder Morris. It was quite plain, her father was to go also, out into that somewhere of silence and absence, and she was bound out to Mrs. Lane like a slave; she, proud, free Debby Mason!
“I won’t go with you!” she shrieked, “I’ll go with father! He loves me, and, and beside I promised mother!”
Just then the man upon the floor stirred and roused; after many exertions he sat up. One look at his little daughter and Mrs. Lane steadied him.
“Good morning!” he smiled foolishly; “I’m afraid I’ve taken a drop too much again. Debby, child, don’t take on so, I’m going away so that I won’t disgrace you any more. There’s going to be trouble sure as you live, and I’m going to fight. If I come back, lass, I’ll be a man.”