"Never!"
"We can't face the music, if he squeals."
"I can." He addressed the company generally, in a fierce voice: "You mark what I say—all of you. I'd sooner be ruined, lock, stock, and barrel, than give my daughter to that man!"
He pointed at James, whose self-possession was beginning to fail him. "What are you waiting for?" he demanded. "Do as I tell you. Ask Mr. Hunsaker and his friend, with my compliments, to come here!"
James vanished silently, as Tomlin muttered:
"I'll retire."
Instantly Quinney interposed his small, sturdy figure between the big dealer and the door.
"No, you don't, Tom Tomlin! Shoulder to shoulder with me, old man, till the last shot is fired!"
"I wish I knew what it is all about," said Susan to Posy. In a louder voice she addressed her husband:
"Maybe Posy and I had better leave you?"