XXVII
DUNMORE was up at daybreak. He set out in the dusk and, as the sun rose, entered the hollow of Catamount. Master met him on the trail.
They greeted each other. Then said the young man, "I have something to say regarding one very dear to me and to you."
Promptly and almost aggressively the query came, "Regarding whom?"
"Your daughter."
Dunmore took a staggering step and stopped and looked sternly at Master.
"I met her by chance—" the other began to say. Dunmore interrupted him.
"I will not speak with you of my daughter," he said. He turned away, frowning, and resumed his journey.
"You are unjust to her and to me," said Master. "You have no right to imprison the girl."
The white-haired man hurried on his way and made no answer.