"Yes--it's true. Get a move on you. Mr. Wells and I are going to have a little talk."
She walked slowly towards the hut; then suddenly she turned, flying back on nimble feet.
"Dad," she said quickly. "Mr. Wells will help us, if you ask him, if-- if I ask him." She approached Jeff. "I told you that your duty was to the State," she continued, "but I take that back. Do you hear? Save Dad! I don't care what he has done to others, he's always been so good to me. And if you will help us, I--I----"
"Sadie!"
Sillett's voice was very harsh.
"Yes, Dad."
"Leave us. Not a word, child. Go!"
She moved away, the tears trickling from her eyes. Nothing was said till the door had closed behind her; then Jeff broke the silence, in a voice with a strange rasp to it.
"I will help you, Mr. Sillett."
Sillett thrust his weapon into his pocket, and came close to the speaker, eyeing him attentively. An impartial observer might have pronounced the younger man to be the defaulter.